Wednesday, June 12, 2013

100 Words a Day 294

The chilly Christmas Eve air found its way into the bar, dispelling any warmth that might have been found in the comfort of alcohol. Fairytale of New York was playing on the jukebox.

Don looked down and swirled his beer glass on the unfeeling bar top. His lips turned up in a remorseful smile and he sighed.

The song’s sad sound filled his head and trickled down, mixing with the sorrow in his heart. The blending of the two sent an acute pain radiating out of his heart and into his chest.

He slouched lower in his stool and sighed.

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