‘AD Nauseam’ by Helen c. Murphy
Cats: Featured Writers | No Comments »Nervous was hardly the term to describe what the short, fairly nondescript being disguised as a minor cherubim felt. Rampaging terror would be a much more accurate word. Thrusting his chubby hands deep into the pockets of his brightly coloured tracksuit, he sauntered in a painfully casual manner to the green neon-lit doorway of the bar. Sneaking a quick peek through the swinging saloon-style door, he saw a roomful of archangels and seraphims drinking Pimms and Martinis from sugar-frosted cocktail glasses.
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(Editor’s Note: these interviews date 2001-2009, so some information may not be current)