CasinoREVIVE

Grief By Christopher Landsmann "So, let me get this straight?" The man sitting across from me has his face twisted in skepticism, "You're not human?" His nagging, questioning tone irritates me, his left hand resting on a poorly trimmed goatee. His eyelashes began fluttering underneath horn-rimmed glasses, waiting for the punch line. A grin one could only describe as shit-eating warps its way across his face, "Then what are you?" I take a sip of my tea, the dainty porcelain cup is held gingerly in my fingertips. I examine the colorful arrangement of birds flocking across the inner ridge of the cup, dancing along the bottom as I drink. "The