The Fly Under – Jack Coey

The men came in mostly in two’s and three’s, and sometimes, four’s and five’s from the service; many of them in short sleeve shirts and ties, now pulled down from the neck, and they looked like car salesmen or accountants or store owners. A young man in a pin-stripped shirt and tassel loafers; a doctor or lawyer, perhaps, and not …

The Book of Love – Vaughan Stanger

For the third time that evening, Joseph Connell staggered into the upstairs room of the Bricklayer’s Arms clutching a crate of Birra Moretti. He struggled, one-handed, to open the waist-high door that provided access to behind the bar. As usual, Harry the barman did not offer to help. The bribe that had guaranteed his silence regarding Joseph’s extracurricular activities did …