Short Stories2020-04-09T23:55:51-04:00

Short Stories

Last Call


-by Griffin Cooper


If I don’t bend my knee, I’ll have to break it soon in order to pull myself away from the bar. The scuffed laminate of the wooden stool audibly winces as I attempt to nudge myself off by dragging my boots along the bar’s faded burgundy side. This might be some trouble, if I yack now I’m done […]

By |August 18th, 2019|Short Stories|
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