Blow My Skull

Posted on by Reena Saxena

The New Entrant distinctly remembered leaving Halloween two weeks behind, before entering the Bistro, but the silhouettes at the corner table, with their indistinct features, sent a shiver down her spine, adding an intriguing layer of unease to the scene.

She wondered why Denise had said something bad was going to happen, and Sister Aclima was folding up, navigating her deep-seated complexes with a quick formula: imagining the onlookers as a transient phase.

Well, Transience made her appearance as she felt the silhouettes moving, and then two tall glasses of Blow My Skull appeared on the table.

“I’m fine with a Brandy Old-Fashioned,” she whispered as she saw the shadow of the waiter approaching her and the bartender awaiting instructions.

She pinched her wrist as she saw Chris emerge from the silhouettes, her charm radiating in the dim light, and Clark, with his enigmatic expression, wondering whether Sister Aclima would answer the call.

They were set to party, their anticipation palpable in the air, regardless of whether others chose to join; they raised a toast to optimism.

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  1. Seems like a hoppin’ place to be – I recognize only a few there, but then I’ve not yet made an entrance. I’m so far down in the bogs one might suspect I were nothing but bones… 😉

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