Gut Feeling

It was the sort of silence that makes any sound seem louder. Clear crackle. Pop. As the flame danced. Excited in moments, subdued in others. The timid and occasional breeze swayed the amber this way and that, while the smoke staggered its way upwards.

His mind was elsewhere as Jim went on with his story. Relentlessly long winded, you only needed to tune in here and there to get the point of a Jim story. Good soul, who laughed at his own jokes.
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Bar Tab

It was a job.

A modest one. Particularly when compared to his last job. His first job.
He did enjoy this one, though. Somehow. Something about those hokey-poke bars so far away from where he had come. That graceful stink of desperation. Or was that just cheap liquor and piss?

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