The Lawyer

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Lawyer

He clodded down the cobbled street with his shoelaces untied, quite drunk. Eventually he happened upon a bench, and collapsed in a steamy heap. The lawyer, swarthy with unfullfilled desire, produced a flask from his overcoat and took a slug of city gin. The fiery liquid hit his brain like a bullet... Sign in to see full entry.

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