Eva leaned against the bar and listened half-heatedly to the rock that played from the speakers. The rain beat against the mullioned windows and the fire spat in the grate. 1,118 more words
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Mountains From Mole Hills
The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?
“You noticed that too, eh?” said Becka. The scientist had been a customer for years. 281 more words
“I got an old nose,” he said as he stood before the mirror. Half listening as she washed her face three feet away she turned off the water, picked up a towel, patted her forehead dry and added, “ Your ass looks pretty old too, if one is doing an inventory! 242 more words