99-word fiction – Voices
I sit down on a stool at the bar. I order a beer. I watch the barmaid tilt her head as she tilts the glass.
Voices getting louder. Behind me, to the side of me but not in front where I can see where they’re coming from. I’m trying to understand if they’re talking about me.
They are, I can hear them. Now they’re trying to whisper but it’s too late for that. They’re provoking me. This happens everywhere I go and it always ends the same way.
I turn on my stool and look around an empty bar.
My Words, My World 