the shortest night

Get the entire story posting schedule here!   the shortest night by ken mooney     “Mark, can’t you just put your phone away for one night? We’re on holidays.” Alan didn’t even look at his brother while asking that question; Alan was too busy looking at the women gathered at the beach, all of them dressed for the night. Alan was getting treated to the views of a bunch of local girls on a similarly boring summer holiday, desperate to make the best of their night. They had taken tonight as an opportunity to wear their favourite clothes, to d[...]