Guest writer Becca's short story, "Albert," as seen in The Elixir. The old man sat at the bar, nursing a whisky. “Take it easy there, Albert. It’s only just half four; you should pace yourself.” Albert smiled wryly at the grimacing barkeep. “I’m 81 years old and I fought in a war. I’ve served out …

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Empty House

Guest writer Becca's short story, "Empty House," as seen in The Elixir. The house was empty, but the television in the sitting room was on, the glow from some commercial reflecting on the leather love-seat in the center of the room. The footrest was too far from the love-seat for anyone’s legs to possibly reach it …

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