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The wind threw the hat off his head. It rolled down the street. He wanted it back, but it was ruined. Floating in a pothole filled with water.

Clinching his jacket, the man walked past the soaked houndstooth and into a dusty bar.

He lit a cigarette. Rubbed his eyes. The bartender just looked at him. Waiting.

White Russian, please. I've had one hell of a night.

Story by:

R. James Onofrey

submitted at 1:47am

18 October 2009

R. James Onofrey's web:

http://ironyismyheroin.livejournal.com