Tequila smiles when jazz notes cry

By |2021-07-29T14:39:59+01:00March 13th, 2021|Short fiction|

It seemed that overnight the people decided they could live without his writing. That it wasn’t necessary for this world. Jack was finished. The readers chewed him up and spit him out, down the river with the rest of the turds. Jack kept burning the midnight oil, trying to [...]