Short Stories

Pouring a beer

IT had been a lousy Friday and a very long one. The clock had just turned nine by the time Jack pulled into the pub car park. He was knackered and desperate for a drink.

At 52, the drive and ambition which was once part and parcel of his make-up, had long since diminished, but with no-one to return home to, staying at work until late in the evening provided an acceptable alternative.


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