http://slow.writerscafe.org/Deathrider50 The original writings of author MrLocoHobo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054755 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dianna looked out at the bar. her eyes swept over the worn out tables and the slightly damaged walls, the strangely placed window above what was called the dance floor but was actually just the part of the room they couldn't afford tables  for, and the long dark plank of wood they called a bar... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deathrider50/1551491/