Consolidating Fiction onto One Site

I’m consolidating my fiction, short stories, and memoir’s web presence onto one sight.

Antonio Dias Fiction

The Sudio, chapter 25

Shoal Hope

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The Studio

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Albert slapped down a quarter on the counter and swiveled away on his stool, a half-chewed toothpick in his clenched jaw, bits of bacon popped smokey flavor on his tongue, the feel of egg yoke lingered on his front teeth.

“Thanks!” He said in feeble gratitude.

After six months frequenting this counter, he knew the soda-man on sight, but hadn’t made as much as small talk with him in all that time. He felt self-conscious getting up to leave after sitting there eating in silence in front of the guy, yet again.