Kent’s Not a Lizard, He’s a Stock Broker!: A Short Story

Rain blew against the Bay Bridge with a vengeance. The pigeons that had been pecking in the sunshine earlier that afternoon now squeezed themselves into rafters and under benches to escape the cold. Across the bridge, under an awning on Market Street, an unhappy young man in a five hundred dollar suit did the same.... Continue Reading →

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