Fiction | Short Story

Baby in a Bar

“A sign in the window said No Minors after a certain hour.”

I brought my baby into a bar. It was the middle of the day. We’d been walking for hours as if pursued, and it had started to feel as if we wouldn’t stop until we slammed into something.

buh buh buh

How is it going?Good!The baby had a nice long nap

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