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Beer Bottle Blues

The back of Tommy's head shattered the beer bottle into a shower of broken glass. The blow knocked Tommy to one knee.

He instinctively covered up, held tight his pool shooting winnings in his bloodied hand and regretted turning his back on this punk.

The gang banger kicked him in the ribs, grabbed the money back, ground his face into the broken glass, fired off a "fuck you hustler," and walked out the bar's back exit.

Tommy got off the floor slowly, brushed away the glass shards, looked down the row of hard-drinking men and thought about it.

"Any you guys want to shoot a game?"

Story by:

Patrick Gant

submitted at 11:53am

21 May 2009