The Slovenian Bride

The Slovenian Bride

Corporal Ulysses dug into plates of pancake, sausage and cabbage; he smoked a bunch of cigarettes lit with matches that barely ignited; he poured beer and grappa down his throat like it was all water. Koraki Café was heaving, but he was not. He slapped a wad of dinar...

Bend Genres With Us!

Join our mailing list to receive the latest updates about new issues, contests, submission periods, and workshops.

You have Successfully Subscribed!

Pin It on Pinterest