Doubt that anyone on the streetcar clattering across the steel bridge noticed us at the edge of the river, let alone the circle of empty Pabst cans we had arranged around the base of the white cross. I had loved him the most; that’s why I left the tallboy. The rest left 12-ouncers.
“The Tallboy” was originally published by Microfiction Monday Magazine in 2015.
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