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An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge Club
Casper Crumb looked at the cards in his hand, then glanced across the table at his petite wife Brigitte and trembled.
After forty years of marriage he knew her moods, but he had never learned to read her signals.
She thought about just giving up on
the idea of going to the party, but
when she considered alternatives ...
Everyone agreed about where the wall came from. It was what was left of an old grocery store...
They would sit in straight-backed chairs and drink coffee at a table
he had made from old boards
Previously published by Flashquake