Barstool Imaginings

Barstool Imaginings A tingling of ice cube melancholy dissolving in the swirling bourbon accompanied the vision that he saw in the opaque distortion of the mirror. He dared not turn lest she notice his interest. She moved soundlessly, floating across the distance, impressing her presence upon the air. A sensual scorpion sting had stunned his sensibilities leaving him in a state of gaping awe. How would he approach her, what pretense could ignite a conversation, how foolish would he be to try? She was walking straight toward him. He lowered his head, took a swig of the watery bourbon, raised his head to find that the mirror wasn’t there.. John G. Lawless 7/27/2015 submitted to – Chilling Twist poetry contest sponsor – Frank Herrera