The mirror behind the bar let me observe the crowd unnoticed as I sipped my scotch. Busy even for Saturday night, their raucousness and out-of-context exclamations were curious short fiction stories, like the woman who howled “Do not ask for whom the drunk drools!” before collapsing onto the table, drooling.
(originally published 5/5/12)
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