The stranger and the boss’s son

Photo by Danny Lines on Unsplash

Peter sat flung into a novelty bucket seat atop a gilded pillar, screwed down in front of the bar counter, front of house in his daddy’s tavern.

His dissolute bearing made him seem draped across the impossible seating, held upright only by the scruff of the neck from some invisible hook.

The barkeep neither met nor avoided his gaze, letting it slip over him, and reached around…

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Ben Human

Ben Human

Poetry, stories, essays. Get my novel, I Love You, We Said, at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XZXLM7H