Conjuror Stories

“Hi, Sweetheart.” Denise was behind the bar in her gay-friendly pub. “Glen’s a bit tired so I am doing her shift.” “You’re a softie. Or is she tired because you’ve worn her out?” Denise gave an enigmatic smile. “Merlot?” “You know me to well. Has Clemency been in?” “I haven’t seen her and, boy, she’s noticeable, isn’t she?” I wasn’t going to argue with her. I’d almost persuaded myself not to come out that evening, but I d...