Image by Duc Quang Tran from Pixabay
it's always the same
stella with a cold glass
double patron silver  chilled really well  salted rim
at the same bars with
different people
and a lot of times
the same people
wishing they had a cigarette in
their fingers
a woman or man on their arm
drunker then they are
they know they won't make the night
face up.  
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jack daniels.  and eddie and mary and joey or pat or jose or eduardo or absolute and if it has alcohol
that's fine too.
this is not cheers
but everyone knows your name
but have no clue who you are.
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we're not really here
we're somewhere off
on a beach resort with a
tall one and a pink umbrella
and a tropical evening breeze
your brain is numb
to the hammering 
in your head
the screaming from the loudest
drunks in the room
pretending they’re not leaning over
just a little too much
or smashed down on the bar top
their face in their three dollar drinks
the plastic swizzle stick stuck up their nose

and they’re laughing 
their asses off

and no one even notices. 
Image by Angel Chavez from Pixabay
this is not cheers
but everyone knows your name
but have no clue who you are
and that's a good cold drink.

January 23, 2010

We’ll be right with you.

The following is based on an exercise in English 404, Creative Nonfiction, to write a 100-word essay. This is fiction.

100 words
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After waiting for hours, the blood had congealed on my hands. A reminder that the blood was not mine. It was hers. 

She was once alive; now…she is gone, and I am waiting for an assuring message, someone to tell me it was all over so that I could go home.  

But I know that’s not going to happen. The ER is just a way station, a rip in the fabric of my life. My head is throbbing, cheap tequila rising from my pores. 

Consequences, they kept shouting at me while I waited for them; there are consequences.

I know. 
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