Contributions by AJ Strosahl

Issue 29 | Spring 2022

Serenity Prayer

By | Fiction

The bartender, roused from your bed, grumbles and pinches your thigh. You hang up. Fuck you, you say to the bartender when he smirks at you and then rolls over and goes back to sleep like it’s nothing, without even checking if it’s cool for him to keep staying over, which it isn’t.