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Lit Up

Taxman

He came to take something back

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For a cold night, it was hot tonight: the music, the dancers, the laughter. Everyone in their bright finery had crowded into Harold’s establishment to drink and sing and dance and forget for a time the knee-deep snow, the day’s drudgery, the war, their own forgottenness. Jazz rattled the windows and bottles and bones while money and drink and bodies flowed freely. Who couldn’t be happy?

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Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

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Dale E. Lehman

Dale E. Lehman

Award-winning author of mysteries, science fiction, humor, and more. Get “The Fibonacci Murders” free: https://www.daleelehman.com/free-ebook-offer.

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