I found Waldo.

I finally found Waldo. Keeled over drooling on the polished walnut bar with a half-finished drink sweating in his hand. His glasses were slightly askew and he smelled of the whiskey and sour mix.   I passed through dust motes swimming in the angled sun rays peeking through the only window. My footsteps caught the … Continue reading I found Waldo.

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