No longer afraid of what? Well, read. Linda stepped out of the front door, turned, and almost bumped into a man. “Sorry,” she murmured headphones on, not ready for a conversation. The man was moving his lips; he obviously was … Continue reading →
This was the last thought that Guy´s mind shot while he was leaving his body: “The women finally killed me.” As the mind shut off and the soul took over, it said in a calm, clear voice: “No, they have … Continue reading →
Find the main ingredients of the Japanese style of whiskey sour at the end of the story. Michael, the new bartender at the Avenue Couronne 476, stood a freshly mixed cocktail in front of Guy, waiting for Guy to take a … Continue reading →
Falsa esbelta, Ute was. False slim. She looked slender in clothes, but naked, she was full of curves and rounds and dimples. Something to hold on comfortably, Guy told himself. And he did hold on her that night, and much … Continue reading →
As Avenue de la Couronne nears its end at the cemetery of Ixelles, there is No 476 with a clandestine bar. Guy goes there because he is lonely and seeking women. Ute is young and brimming with womanhood. Diane is … Continue reading →
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