Larvik brushed away the flakes of skin that fell like black snow upon his table. He deflected the waitress again; the pockets of his faded cloak held nothing of any use to her. If the little man arrived, Larvik would be able to pay for the mug of ale he raised to his lips. Better make this one last, he thought. It’s still early...Latest short story has been published* at Men of the West in 3 parts (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3). Enjoy!
* Previously published in Monster Maiden of Westering Slough.