Fiction | Coffee Perking

Who pays $50 for a coffee? The slicker of the night creatures, for the right grind. © jarmoluk Antonia Lup slunk into a polished, wooden chair that the youngest customers would’ve chewed on at her coffee shop. Carvings in the wood of nearby chairs depicted urban scenes for a strange mix of styles. Each metal …

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Fiction | Chapped Hips

  His text said, “when u get home round me up”. My withdrawn fangs itched in my gums at the images inspired by his simple message. Billy was only direct when it came to sex and jokes. He knew I planned to leave work at the warehouse early, before 2 A.M. I now expected a …