Living in the past: Chapter 2: Every rose
After getting ready for the day Davis went downstairs to the bar. "You look like shit lad. Are you sure you're up for working today?" Joyce had asked, He was standing by the bar having a bite to eat. Being the owner and cook of Ironwood and also...
Living in the past: Chapter 1: Correspondences
It was a moderate night for a Friday, Davis thought to himself as he dried a few of the glasses he had cleaned after some people cleared out of the bar. "All the regulars are happy, everything is calm, Claudette is gawking at me from across the bar...