Bourbon

The Antiquarian August 3, 2021

Dancing With Death

I slammed my drink back and set the glass in front of Blake before walking past him. Never taking my eyes off the statuette, I grabbed the bottle of bourbon off the bar. I took a healthy swig, wiping my mouth with the back of my opposite hand, still fixated on the dancing couple.

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The Antiquarian May 16, 2021

In Her Own Words

“Mom, I can’t explain it, but this is something I’ve got to do. I know it sounds weird, but I feel as though Grandma’s taking me home.” I waited for my mother’s usual guffaw, but it never came.
“Cherish, there is something else you need to know. Something about your grandmother. Something I wasn’t supposed to know.” My curiosity instantly peaked.

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