45 Days Until The End – March Hares – Short Story

Fickle things, we are, made up of easily damaged, irreplaceable parts, that our whole existence depends on, but we treat like absolute shite. Case in question, this almost empty glass of bourbon, it’s been a welcome friend of mine for almost twenty-six years, the doctor told me last week, if I didn’t stop, if IContinue reading 45 Days Until The End – March Hares – Short Story