by Oyster Ben | Aug 9, 2018 | Fiction
The girl didn’t look older than fourteen, which is why I was a little surprised she was sitting at the bar. The four empty trays of oysters in front of her kept me staring, and when they brought her the bill, even my date was eavesdropping. “Six dozen oysters at...
by Oyster Ben | Aug 6, 2018 | Fiction
American oysters don’t grow pearls. They get wrapped up in the myth of course, and people still look in vain, but it’s a different animal altogether, and if you want something shiny, you’re going to have to be satisfied with the experience of the thing. If you want a...
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