Fiction
Lost at the
Corner Barby Robert Kostanczuk
In this endurance test called life, freebies are to be treasured, especially the older you get.
Mickey Quatrik appreciated the hard nugget of truth in that credo.
As the real world buffeted him around in his later years, Mickey became increasingly grateful he had such a short walk to his favorite bar.
Such an advantage didn’t sound like much to many, but to Mr. Quatrik, it ended up being golden.
He wasn’t necessarily a big drinker.
But those two or three nights a week at Clutch were valuable—an oasis.
After being cooped up in his little apartment writing short fiction for days on end, the reward was to toss back a few cold ones at Clutch, and watch sports on the big screens.
Perhaps there was even some mingling to be done; maybe
