Day 18 Prompt – Write a story set in a ghost town.
I was on my third whiskey sour when he sauntered in to the bar. The place was something out of a film noir, without the cloud of smoke. I was dressed the part in a casual wool suit and a fedora and I could imagine myself a private dick. According to my ex-wife, I’m just a dick.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked me as he parked his seat on the barstool beside mine. The place was almost empty, so there were plenty.
“That depends. If you’re expecting a roll in the hay afterwards, I’m not that type of guy.”
He chuckled. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Just arrived in town.” I slugged down the rest of my drink and tipped the glass to the bartender.
“Get me one too Marty,” said the guy to my right. “I’m buyin’.
“So what brought you here?” he asked.
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