50 Word Stories: Beer Glass Blues

Another street, another town, another bar, same old me. I sit spilling liquor over my shaking hand. When will I learn? The only answers found in the bottom of beer glasses are the ones you leave there. Then again, who am I to say, I’m no genius? I’ll check another.

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