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Brian DeLay's Writings

Short Story
The day­­ was still simple, as often happens when such messes are born.  Adam Narr opened his butcher store much as he had on other warm spring days.  He hauled ice for his display cases, spread out tilapia, sole, Cornish hens, and brisket for all to see.  Adam was a proud butcher.  His grandfather’s grandfather and all generations since had been butchers. ...
Short Story
  A queer aftertaste smoldered in John’s throat.  He took a long slug of beer to dislodge the burn while scanning the room through watery eyes.  The restaurant had a rustic décor and flaunted its spicy menu.  The chef’s brutal culinary attitude usually forced tourists to search for safer meals elsewhere.  Today, however, they crowded the restaurant seeking a...