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Mojito Sting.
‘Oye que bola,’ she sipped mojito in the Bertolt Brecht bar, hustling canasta. I had a sure winner and dropped in my Chevrolet keys. She turned a full house. ‘Want to come for a ride?’ She laughed. At the beach in the back seat, was I lucky or being screwed for my car?
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I have added a short story from my collection The Listener.
James McEwan 
pithy sharp and amusing. I liked this. You captured the tone very well.
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Very good, James.
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Loved it! June
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Who cares as long as everyone is having a good time. 🙂
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Great tale, great title – job done I’d say!
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