Extract of “Whisky”

The same disjointed thoughts and muddled meanderings filled my head as I sat in the airport downing what was surely not to be the last whisky of the night.  I let the toxins in my body; aloof, alert, apathetic.  I watched the cattle drift by.  A young woman sat beside me hastily scribbling angst in a felt notebook.  A red handkerchief held her blond dreadlocks together like a bouquet of withering flowers.  The pink pen flashed across the page contradicting her every gesticulation.

Christopher Mammano

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Gerard Freixes

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