He was standing beside the ornamental cloverleaves, facing the mirror. Events were a blur of hazy images running haphazard through his somber brain. He could see fire everywhere; licking slowly through the pores in the walls and climbing up the old stiffened couch. And the past kept flooding and ... (more) It was the entry of Tom the taxi guy that early in the morning that made Jeremy curious. "What brings you so early to the bar Tommie?", asked he whilst wiping the varnished already spotless mahogany counter.
"Oh, I've hit the Billy the 'Wacker' Simpson's summer end jackpot Jerrie! Ten thousand... (more)
It just seemed to get marginally lucid with every passing stagger. The music behind his back sounded reticent. He could, with a growing sense of foreboding recognize the sleight of hand in the jagged tatters that the music seemed to emanate from all around his spectacled frame of reference. The m... (more)