The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 17
Serial Fiction The Brewer was building on a steady progress. He felt like he was inside a cheesecake, soft and creamy all around. He dosed off. He was sitting in his first grade...
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Serial Fiction The Brewer was building on a steady progress. He felt like he was inside a cheesecake, soft and creamy all around. He dosed off. He was sitting in his first grade...
Serial Fiction At the time he thought it was just a clumsy slip. And that was all it would have been if it were not for that strange ‘drunken’ man. Drunks thought everyone...
Serial Fiction Jackson stood there empowered by the situation. The man was a very short ginger headed stout. His skin was paler than yogurt and his teeth darker than gold. He walked straight...
Serial Fiction He concluded that was no good to run over the same old ground but to make something out of it. Since this was the first dream he had in years that...
Serial Fiction Ron sat in the middle with the priest and the Brewer on his sides. He liked that because he was the biggest talker and was perfectly situated between his old and...
Serial Fiction The Brewer was walking to the Public House (the home of my bottle). As an incarnation I was a separated continuation of the scotch of that bottle. We were the same,...