is putting up a story a day for June in celebration of UK National Flash Fiction Day, including mine:
by Kymm Coveney
Claude tilted the rickety barstool to the side, one foot hooked over the rung, the other placed squarely on the cement floor. He reached for the warm beer – Shirley had a rule about putting glasses down on the slot machine – and let the last of it slide down his throat. He slipped one last coin in, listened to the carnivalesque opening notes of Ode to Joy, and watched the colored lights flicker and pop. Cherries. Bar. Seven.