The Hallway
All’s fair in love and liquor | Fiction | Fresh Soup
After taking the fun out of smoking pot last week, I’m back this week to do the same with drinking.
The door was double-locked. Meir turned the key gently, slowly, trying not to make any noise. The last thing he needed was for Nirit to wake up now. He was trashed, and that felt pretty nice, but if Nirit woke up it would instantly sto…