A ‘Drabble’
“Who’s the kid, Julius?”
“That’s Aldo, Boss. He worked for Marcus ’til his joint got shot up. His cocktails are the best around.”
“That so? Hey, kid – what’s your specialty?”
Bashfully, the little barkeep adjusted his spectacles. “Well, Sir, I’ve been working on something…”
“Ok, Albert. Why doncha make me one? Maybe I’ll letcha stay.”
“Yes, Sir!” Trembling, Aldo mixed and poured the beverage.
As the liquid slid down his throat, Boss Rossi grinned. “Astounding, Albert! Whaddaya call it?”
The barkeep removed his spectacles and stared into his eyes. “Sunset in a cup, Sir.”
Suddenly, Boss Rossi lurched forward, retching.
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[…] The barkeep removed his spectacles […]
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[…] The barkeep removed his spectacles […]
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Guess the sun went down on him 😉…
🌄 Marion 🌄
Suppose he didn’t get the job then, what?
🤷 Petru 🤷
Poignant
Affecting my familiarity
Knowledge of quantities
Affecting knowledge of quality
“Sunset in a Cup Sir”
The storyline makes current reality and historical sense to me.
You nailed it David
Brilliantly employing your wistful and melancholic satire
❤ thanks so much, Abi ❤
You welcome David.❤
Could be that I took I understood it too deeply, after reading some light and cheerful comments 😂.
All the same, that was the initial feeling.
But i love the whimsical responses here.
Maybe you are a particularly sensitive person, Abi. I can relate
😂, yes thank you. Although I enjoy the lightheartedness.
Hmm. Sounds like a hit – on Marcus and a counter move by Aldo… Sunset indeed!
💓 Muri 💓