A Dungeon Tale : a generation gap perspective

Lester made his way to the bar counter as fast as his gimpy leg could hobble, eased himself onto a stool, and hooked his cane on the counter edge.

“Gimme’ a stiff one, Bubba,” said Lester. “Make it a double… double quick.”

“Well, if it ain’t Lester Moore, more or less,” said Bubba. “What’s got yer’ tighty whiteys in a tangle?” Continue reading “A Dungeon Tale : a generation gap perspective”