Some flash fiction, available in Dual Coast Magazine:
The traveler pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. I looked up.
“Tonight’s the night?”
The traveler was quiet. He was here before me, and I always figured he’d be here long after I left. Two years ago, he pulled the chair out like he did tonight, ordered the bottle like he did tonight, and took a sip, careful not to let his beard fall into his drink.
Two years, and I guess I don’t need an answer.
Tonight is the night.
Read the rest here.
