Vignette in frosty light

This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

You stumble out of a bar.
Then you’re sitting on a bench.
By the time you’re in the car you’re reading Bukowski.
You both laugh, until Charlie throws that killer punch of his.

Now there is silence.

Now there is silence.

A silent vignette in frosty light.

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