Bruces head was filled with emotions as he mindlessly walked into a pub called Doyles that was situated just down the street from McGregor the stone cutter. He flopped into a chair and pounded his fist on the table for service. Looking around the room seeing it was full; it appeared all here were with good humor for the night. Bruce looked over at the bar where he had sat many times in the last few months. The regular bartender, who was named Lorne, gave Bruce a friendly nod and smile. A wench walked over and brought him a mug of ale. She smiled at him, Back again are ya? You want the pheasant or the stew?.......Grab your copy now goo.gl/MSuFr5 goo.gl/MSuFr5 goo.gl/MSuFr5
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 18:10:05 +0000