This is an exceprt from a story I wrote a while ago. I hope you enjoy it.
I don’t usually come to places like this, but I was feeling adventurous, looking for something different, and I felt like I was drawn to the place for some reason. Like something in the back of my mind telling me this was the right place. I can’t explain it, but I know that as a satyr, I occasionally get these feelings and I just have to go with it. Besides, I figured I could always just leave.
The bar was busy...
Published on April 29, 2010 16:41