D.I. Davis: In the Rampant Horse

D.I. Davis sipped at her scotch and looked around the bar with a curious glance. A dive for lecherous old men. She could feel the eyes on her bum. “Hey, I’m Dave would you like a drink.”

“Bugger off or I’ll mace you.”

He held up his hands and went back to his table.

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.