Diogenes by Frederick Foote
Diogenes by Frederick Foote The heavy, humid days of Omaha are taking their toll on me. I have lost my sea legs for high humidity and seething heat. A police car rockets by me...
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Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald
Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald Tony sloshes remnants of a vodka sour around the ice in his glass. It creates just enough clatter, draws the attention of the bartender. The redhead. The one...