by Julia Dylan
This story was once published at the Houseful Inc., during the year of 1998. As Anna ( my publisher ) closed the page, I decided to take easy on the writings. Now that she's returned to the web, I asked if she couldn't re-host my story at her new page. To my surprise...she has said yes!
Let me settle you into the place. It's Liverpool (where else?), 1960, in a pub called Rose And Crown, and you will spot a rather serious conversation. I don't take any responsability from then on!
Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Eight
This is story is dedicated to my dear brother Oscar Dylan (1979 - 1997). Sometimes, God calls up His angels too soon.
Thanks to all people that voted for ...And I Will Still Be Laughing on the 1st Annual Beatle Fan Fiction Awards. I received the prize of Best Short Story. Once again, thank you very, very, very much!
