I did write Stellan that letter like the cab driver suggested. I folded it up, put it in an envelope, and placed it on my kitchen counter. It’s now two weeks […]
Barfly: Chapter Twenty-One
After seventy-two plus hours of not hearing from Stellan, I hauled my ass to a bar with Mika so I could sit and wallow in the comfort of a martini glass. […]
Barfly: Chapter Twenty
“You’ve reached Stellan. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” Sighing, I hung up the phone and dropped it onto the counter of my […]
Barfly: Chapter Nineteen
I sat up and stared at my phone into the wee hours of the morning. I had spent ninety percent of that time shedding tears in sadness and in anger. I […]
Barfly: Chapter Eighteen
I stood in Stellan’s kitchen quietly stirring a sauce he had tasked me with while he was pounding away at a carcass of pour cow. “You know that piece of meat […]
Barfly: Chapter Seventeen
“Well hell,” Walsh said. “Well hell?” I asked into the receiver. “That doesn’t sound very exciting and it doesn’t sound like you’re happy for me.” “I’m completely happy for you baby […]
Barfly: Chapter Sixteen
“I do not want to go to this cook out,” Roman said as he stomped around my apartment like pouting a five year old. He collapsed onto the couch in huff, […]
Barfly: Chapter Fifteen
“Let me in the goddamn building.” I stared at the buzzer and then hit the button to let Mika in. She did not sound in any better mood than when she […]
Barfly: Chapter Fourteen
I stood in the center of my freshly scrubbed apartment and nodded in satisfaction. Not only had it been cleaned from top to bottom, I was also clean from top to […]
Barfly: Chapter Thirteen
I watched as Roman placed olives on a toothpick and then dropped them into a martini glass. He smiled and placed the drink in front of me. I didn’t have the heart […]
Barfly: Chapter Twelve
“Hello,” I sleepily said into the phone. “Did I wake you?” I lifted the phone from my ear and read the caller ID. It was Stellan. “What time is it?” “Ten.” “At […]
Barfly: Chapter Eleven
Standing in Stellan’s living room, I stared at the picture of his parents holding a baby. I assumed it was him as a baby. They were looking down with love and […]
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