The Word from Pandora's Tavern

Hope Springs Eternal

by John P. O'Grady · June 7, 2016

During Dour Hour down at Pandora’s Tavern, the bartender–after dredging and disinfecting–walks out from the bathroom gripping something soggy and unspeakable. “Okay,” he growls to the handful of patrons dozing over beer, “who dropped this halo into the urinal?” Slowly, surely, each lifts a hand to the top of his head to check.

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