The Pub and the Tall Man - Excerpt from a Project

The note was taped to the fridge when he went for another beer. Directions to a pub he hadn’t heard of, and a small hand-drawn map. He had been in the cottage three days. The couple were in Hungary for three months. He had answered the ad. Retired, single, familiar with Beara, references in order. They had liked him on the phone. He hadn’t met them. The road narrowed past Eyeries and kept…