“I grimaced at the sound of his voice. It wasn't raspy or evil like you'd expect, and the tone was pleasant enough, but it… — Dylan Jones Copy Share Image
“The empty glass and empty seat beside his own told me he was the loon's drinking pal. Behind him, with the bar between them,… — Dylan Jones Copy Share Image
“exhausted. Still sober though, and that was a start for now. I squinted down the high street, left then right. Not a soul. I… — Dylan Jones Copy Share Image
