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Quietly waiting for:

Copyright Ted Strutz
Copyright Ted Strutz

I was so cold despite all the colours of the rainbow that clung to the back wall. Even the piano seemed frozen in time, lid up, candles half used, wax solidified like pillars supporting the arches of a cathedral. Half empty bottles lined the bar, each label seemed to tell its own story. Lost in amongst the grander bottles was a small gold coloured bottle of barley wine. I was home. Even the bar tender appeared lost. Dropping a pound on the bar I called for my tipple, before the flames of hell grew around me.

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  1. Ooh, lovely description, giving the place a mystical, supernatural feeling. I dread to think where that bottle will take him … Great atmosphere, Michael 🙂

    1. That would be one interpretation or it might be his last drink before going into a battle which he can not win and he knows it. I had several different endings in mind, thank you for commenting mike

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