Acid trip Stories

 Franc sat stirring his coffee, bored and frustrated. Wondering why he had agreed to manage his father’s art gallery. Not one person had visited the gallery all week. I’m going to stand up to him, he thought, and tell him that I do not have to jump at every command he gives me. I should be my own man. I shouldn’t have left my last job for this. To his relief a tall blond man walked into the gallery. He walked around the r...

Hey diddle Diddle the cat and the fiddle  How long had he been in the pub  knocking back pints of beer waiting for the numbness to set in so that his heart would stop aching? The tall, skinny American pushed back his blond hair “Do you want an acid?” mumbled a guy “Yeah lets have some.” He said hopelessly. How long had he been looking out at the beautiful bay where the tide was coming in hearing the plaintive cry of the c...