Cheshire Pub

Capricorn (ep. 81)

He noticed a peculiar crack across the bar top. About four inches long, shaped like a Cheshire cat’s grin.

“Barman!” he shouted again. The service was as bad as the health and safety record.

The plaster on the wall had a crack too. About two feet long, grinning sideways like the bar top’s crack.

He made a note that the building was dilapidated. He would see this place closed.

A creak of wood and he noticed another crack. Under his feet, six feet long, opening like a Cheshire cat’s grin.

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