And just like that, she was gone. I downed the last of my drink and flagged down the bartender.
“What’ll this get me with whiskey in it?” I asked, showing him a $5 bill.
“A whiskey sour, whiskey tonic or a double straight up,” he said.
“Gimme the whiskey straight up.”
— The end.
1 Comment
July 5, 2008 at 12:43 pm
So, this story you wrote is very intriguing. I enjoyed it, but I’m not I don’t know how to express what I thought of it. You should write another one. And, I’m curious, what made you think of writing it?