/lit/ - Literature

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>at the back of that dive under a fog of thick tobacco smoke I saw the man that had cost me a fortnight and two bottles of whiskey. He was sitting with a young blonde, the type of dame who had everything that was supposed to go to her head go to her chest, and an older gentleman with a long white scare across his left cheek and grey slicked back hair like a sewer rat. Just when I was about to go put an end to this 2 week headache, a tall brunette with a fox wrapped around her neck sat down beside me and asked if she could buy me a drink. When I looked back at my man he had vanished like a puff of smoke in broad daylight. I reached in my pocket and put a crumpled 5 on the bar top and got up to leave. The broad sitting next to shot me a disappointed glance but I kept walking, if I’d wanted to play with a pussy cat I would’ve went to the pet store.