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A new piece of flash fiction I wrote... a little mid week (spooky) joy!

Brooks sat at the bar drinking gin, his hat atop the stool beside him. A piece of paper and a pen lay next to his ghostly glass of half-drunk spirit, and his itchy fingers tapped the sticky bar top as he questioned, ink or alcohol?

Brooks began to write to her, the words he wanted her breaking heart to know:

The demons trick all of us. They tricked me into coming here; the space we’re drawn to behind the smoke and mirrors; to escape feeling abandoned by life. Yet, there’s nothing here but more lost gin, no sign of the mother ship meant to guide our troubled souls home.

I think about you all the time. I watch you from above, from the side lines, from in front of your camera lens. That wisp of a breeze you feel brush your hand at night? That’s me, making sure you’re safe. How I wish I could kiss your forehead…

Don’t you hear me? Calling out to you?

My spurs jangle as I trail your shadow and gaze around your silhouette,

Read the rest at the https://annaliesemorgan.com/the-bar-on-the-other-side