@fissility
RUNNING CHAFED PALMS OVER THE SMOOTH, LAMINATED SURFACE OF THE PUB MENU—he’d chosen a seat at the back, as far away from the cool gusts of air that sweeped in with the comings and goings of patrons, tucked away in a warm corner for privacy. in vain, it seemed, when a familiar face sat down across from him, “taken,” miodrag intoned, unkindly, “you know very well that this table s’taken,”












