Francis Crow
A short story by Steve Dempsey
Illustration by Chequerboard
… Francis’ eyes travel around the room as he rolls another cigarette. His stout flattens into black bile and yellow scum in his glass. He rings its neck, pulls his lips apart, pushes the fresh fag into a sneer and calls for another bottle…
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