Check out a short story by Roppotucha




My colleague and I are drinking beer in a strange town, which confuses him. There are too many consonants, and the gargoyles look odd. The conference we’re attending is inter-disciplinary, and this sets him on edge.

“It’s easier for you,” he says.

The town’s reflected in the amber bubbles, the river, and my colleague’s glasses. There are arched bridges over each canal and the smell of moss and swallows’ nests under every roof. I’d like my colleague to be my lover and for us to have more time here, to do what we actually came for, which is to find the dragon.

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