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Thursday, 1 September 2016

Passing Place

No longer coming soon ,, its almost arrived ....

"The Greyhound pulled away into the thunderous summer storm, leaving in its wake a dishevelled, world-weary figure in the dark, deserted bus station." 
Richard is a man come to the end. Grieving after the death of his wife he has travelled the back roads of America in the search for an answer to that most impossible of questions. Why?  Looking for that answer in all the wrong place.
In a Hicksville town in the western desert, he answers a want ad for a piano player and finds himself in the Passing Place, an impossible bar,  where the patrons all have stories to tell…


Sonny, the doorman, drinks his brandy and tells a story of death row.  A green haired girl sits in her tree and speaks of the wolf of winter.  The Weaver of tear's,  cries her diamonds, and the Gunslinger speaks of death riding in on desert winds. The Greyman tells of his soulless world, before dancing with his mop once more.  While in the kitchen the chef bends causality to make the greatest sandwich in the world,  and the devil behind the bar tells tall tales while he pours you a drink.
Welcome to Esqwith's Piano Bar and Grill... Where the impossible is the everyday and reality is just a matter of perspective. And even the cat has a story to tell…

An impossible place that bridges dimensions and time itself. A place where stories are told and retold anew, and a place where something lurks unseen, something from the void, something dangerous, something hungry, something red...


Fantasy and sci-fiction collide with horror and the supernatural in a world where reality is a matter of perception...

#passingplace