Double Shots (another day in Lost City, WV)
Whiskey, ice, glass. Repeat. (Vision blurs as vowels loosen.) Listen: Take it from me kid. You don’t want to be like this. Run away. Run quickly. Fill it up again.
Oooh oooh, ah. That burns. Drink it like this. Head back. Tilt glass. Throat hot. Lips plump. Dry tongue. Fast tongue. Quick, drink another before the effect wears off.
What do you see? Double vision. Double shots. Double tries.
Try and cry and life and gulp. Repeat.
The window’s dark. Reflections reflecting blank walls, dying trees. Leaves turning from green to red to orange to dead.
AKR
