Truth in a Bottle of Bourbon

Lies we choose and the truth that finds us anyway

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“You ever wonder how you got where you are now?” Gruff and emotional, her voice barrelled down the empty bar to me. “Another bourbon, please. Neat.”

I finished drying the highball glass in my hand, grabbed the bottle of Widow Jane 10-year-old, and poured her another drink. She’d been keeping that stool warm…

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H.C. Holmes

H.C. Holmes

Adventurous with my thinking, dangerous with my pen.