The Stink

the stink - Way past tipsy -ran kime

I motioned the two-finger sign to my new favorite bartender; she sent me down the poison. I drained it. I motioned another and another and I offered up a toast to honor my solitude on this lonely bar stool. 

“This is for always trying to get there and when you finally arrive, you don’t know what the fuck to do”. 

No one cared. 

One shoot, two shoots, three, four, five, a beer, six, a joint out back with a cook on break. Seven, eight,   

OUT.  

These people are vampires, so fake and uninteresting; they all try to be each other and never know who they really are. They over analyze every little detail. Making it all up as they go. They love it but don’t know it. They even beg for more.  

Awake: 

Wallet. Check, Phone. Check, Watch. Check 

I did my best to hold it together last night. But what the fuck happened? Back of a cab with torn seats held together with duct tape. Took a right, and a left… I think. 

A voice shouted as I crept past a door.   

“Yeah man, suck it in man, suck it deep…. eyes wide… hold your breath. Compose yourself, god damn it. You know the stink oozes off you. “

I reach over to rewind the tape. Then hit play  

“Yeah man, suck it in man, suck it deep…. eyes wide… hold your breath. Compose yourself, god damn it. You know the stink oozes off you. “

The rest of the tape was inaudible. The microphone may have been jammed into my pocket or just covered in the stink.

Way Past Tipsy - ran kime

Read “The Stink” and other stories by Ran Kime in the collection Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.