Authors voice: Firstly, I am thankful to you for taking the time to check this mess. This is really nothing, not a story nor a note..maybe its a thought like the ones we have during boring phase.
Reviews and Suggestions are accepted without any grudge. It'll help me in my future writings.
Without further ado.... Let's finish this, shall we?
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A sad melody playing indistinctly in the
background reminisce the man's past.
He readjust his collars that were chaffing
his neck.
He flicks his zippo and light a cigarette to
keep him warm throughout the long cold
night.
Suddenly his eyes met on a ripped ticket,
facsimile with some napkins lying over the
counter.
A drop of liquid stream down his cheek
and into his mouth. It was warm, salty and
painful.
He wipes it off quickly in embarrassment
and shame.
"You can't love someone forever", says the
women sitting across two tables, holding a
glass of whisky and consistently shaking the
two ice cubes inside the cup.
He nods his head and raise his glass, half
filled with cheap whiskey.
How can I help you Sir? says the bartender.
I'm fine, the man replied.
The bartender slides a cup and pours some
Scotch: A Dalmore 62.
He shook his head in disbelieve and
confusion.
Its on the house sir, says the bartender.
Thank you, the man mutter and took a sip.
* It is magical but still, the pain remains.
Then he look down below and notice, his
missing legs; lost in the war*.
YOU ARE READING
Old Night
Short StoryA short Note/story about a war hero. Everyone has regrets but some are greater and more painful.
