Willard Tell by A L Erwin

“I’ll take another, Pattie.” Smoke cut back over a black bowl.  That slender vine of white fishing up and twirling out… “Sure thing, Willard.” …as two stools down, there’s a convo needed hearing. “Worse—” An ugly man’s voice slipped and crawled over beat down dreams and slim pockets.  Talk of the plant’s closing the cause.  […]