Hands trembling slightly, the middle-aged Japanese man walked into the bar at the Billinudgel Hotel. “What’ll it be, Sir?” “A beer. Whatever you have on tap.” She selected a glass and filled it with liquid amber topped with a healthy froth. “There you go. Name’s Marge. You’re not the usual guest we get around here.” […]
Published on April 07, 2018 06:50