• Faske and Ayao by Daniel Gallant

    Ayao walked upstairs into the smoky club and picked a fight. “That fucker in the hat,” he said, pointing, “that fucker smashed and ran.” The man in the hat was Faske. He stared Ayao down, said nothing. The Hold ‘Em game ground to a halt. A genial host interceded. “Faske has been a regular forever. […]

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