We Had a Drink
Brother of Beckett came up with another peg of Vodka. We, of course, couldn't refuse him.
She was sitting between us. She, the grey queen, made of dust. The sister of Beckett. We
drank Vodka, with her, with the tiny pieces of her that bubbled up in our glasses . She
was reflected in each part of a shattered mirror. We could see her sitting beside us, also
glimmered in our eyes. It was a duel, we didn't know, she knew. After the drink she
brought a pistol out of her purse. It was a duel, only she knew. So, we, looked at each
other. We tried to find her in the eyes of each other. In the mean time brother of Beckett
filled our glasses with another peg of Vodka.
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