The sky was clear, the air cool. Fortunate, he thought, since he had no place to stay. The wind blew from the west, carried the smell of the factory he had passed earlier that day. He looked down the street, left then right. About half the homes had their lights out. He turned left and put one foot in front of the other, headed east. He passed a few people along the way. People out walking their dogs. Couples taking a stroll together. A few late night joggers. Some smiled, others avoided his stare, one crossed to the other side of the street to avoid him. That didn’t bother Jack. In fact, he preferred it. After a short walk he stopped in front of a pub. There was no sign that said the place was open. Wasn’t one indicating it was closed either. So he stepped inside. The room was dimly lit and alive with chatter. Blues played in the background. He had planned on asking the bartender to call him a cab. Instead he ordered a pint of Hobgoblin. In the dark room, the ale looked black. The frothy tan head stood out in the glass.
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