(This short story was originally published on my blog in February, under the title, A Broken Dream. I have re-worked the story with the help of Developmental Editor, Adrea Kore. I hope you think it has been improved. I hope you also like the hot, new picture.)
Henry visited the Sugarland Club at least once a week; more if he had some spare cash. But he felt truly short-changed whenever he paid up, only to discover she wasn’t working that night. The grim expression on the face of one of the bouncers, as well as his muscular shoulders, made it clear that the matter wasn’t open for discussion.