Dylan meets with Gherkin

Another piece of that fiction thing

[As I occasionally do, I worked on that long fiction maybe-a-book and will share my work today with you lucky people.]

Dylan managed to get a stool at the bar. He liked the place. There were some twee elements, like benches backed with what looked like 19th century whorehouse bedsteads, but this wasn’t much of a problem because the bar was kept pleasantl…