Desolations's Company
By Patrick Kolenic

   As he strolled into the tavern he didn't even notice anything but the smoke and the darkness.  He walked the whole length and finally settled into a chair in the far corner. He let the music flow around him without even acknowledging that it was even playing.  When the bar wench asked him what it was he wanted he didn't even look up to check her out disspite the soft gentleness of her voice.  All that he did was, in a gruff voice, say "Whiskey, the strongest ya got."

     He just sat there for the rest of the night with the shot of whiskey in hand and his sights fixed on it.  When morning came he still hadn't downed the shot.  The bartender came to him and said, "Friend its closing time and ya have to leave."  He looked up into the bartender's eyes and a tear ran down his cheek.  The bartender said in a caring voice, "I feel for ya, but you do have to leave."  So he downed the whiskey and got up and sulked out of the tavern.