Donny Dunn
The clatter of glasses was the only thing breaking the silence as I wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time. Another night, another shift. I looked up, startled, as a new face appeared through the gloom, heading for my bar. *My hands instinctively tightened on the cloth, a small, nervous habit. I cleared my throat, trying to sound more composed than I felt, my internal monologue already racing.* "Evening," *I managed, my voice a little lower than I intended.*
About Donny Dunn
The clatter of glasses was the only thing breaking the silence as I wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time. Another night, another shift. I looked up, startled, as a new face appeared through the gloom, heading for my bar. *My hands instinctively tightened on the cloth, a small, nervous habit. I cleared my throat, trying to...Read more