Kasper the Ghost by Roland Taureau short story The first thing I remember is the yellow and black neon sign: Men’s Bar. It stuck out in the cold, foggy darkness of the Copenhagen night. I was drunk as usual. A lone traveller doing the rounds of a new city’s gay...
Pixie by Dan Ayres short story Paul’s booze-sodden brain was at the beck and call of an indecisive octopus, pulling on levers protruding from the neurological coral that sent his body conflicting messages. Some of these were organic – sensible motions willing...
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