A white horse (Rudraa’s story)

This is so beautiful. I loved the warm feel of the story. I am really blessed to be surrounded by such loving and caring people who not only read my words but also go in depth of my mind. It is a treat to Eyes. Go and read this amazing story.


Sorry. No blabbering for tonight. Here is the story instead.


Shop’s bell rang.

„We are closed.“ The bartender said from behind the wall, but she hasn’t listened.

Rudraa took a seat by the bar and watched at her reflection in the mirror stacked full with bottles. She ran her eyes over the selection of branded drinks like she was looking for the strongest one, something that hasn’t passed her lips yet.

„We are closed. What part of that you have trouble understanding?“ The chubby, bald bartender asked and flipped his white rag over the shoulder.

„I’d like a double Jack please.“ It was almost a whisper she used to address to the man whose shadow passed her by.

„You are one of those, huh?“ He smirked for a second when she looked at him and saw a big TV on the wall – broadcasting news.

For the thousandth time…

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