Short Story: Soft Shell [# 9 Dream]

He woke from a crazy dream. He had taken a job – or had one forced on him, essentially – and he was filling tacos. (Not a metaphor). The pub where he drank, which he visited, the one he watched gigs at most often, well, it had opened a food-stand right there at the end of its bar. And he had taken the job of preparing the food, making tacos. He was on d…