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I peered at her through my broken spectacles. They were
smeared and dirty and a reflection of how poor i was.
It was mid july, it was hot, i was sweaty. She stared
at me with faraway grey eyes as if searching for a
forgotten oasis out somewhere in those neverending sand dunes.
"Can i get a whiskey?" I said with a smug imprint sculpted
to my face from years of hard troubles.
"yeah." She said as she turned away to fulfill my order
that i just gave.
I pulled my broken glasses off, folded them up, and then
put them down. Down, as she was putting my chipped shotglasses,
down.
She said, "You looked like you needed two." after i had shot
a whiskey and wiped my face with a napkin i doubted was much
cleaner.
"Thanks, ma’am, i was dreadfully parched, how do, you do, ma’am?"
I said with green eyes. I put a smile out and twitched it a little
about. Showed a little buck teeth, laughed a little, and showed a
little cheek.
"Fine, thanks for asking." she replied monotone with no teeth as if
she were tired of people asking.
"Little young to be drinking, aint ya?" She grinned a little grin
under her boxy little nose. I think i blushed as i pulled my hair back
from my boxed big nose. Into the next whiskey i dove.
"You might be...But your old old enough to be, ive seen some last pages
of some last chapters before. But ill be damned if it doesnt look like
youve been to hell and back!" She answered to herself because i was no
longer interested in corresspondence.
"Two gins, please, ma’am." I turned my head away and stared toward
the desert, from whence i just came. |
