“Know what I mean?” Flash Fiction for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

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My entry for the week won me an honorable mention!

Here it is:

I slammed back my third shot of Jack, relishing the white-hot burn that traveled down my throat. I welcomed the pain that made me forget…if only for a moment. I held my hand up for another.

“You should probably slow down, buddy,” the bartender said, filling a new glass.

I glared at him as he placed the drink before me.

He glared right back. “Don’t make me regret this.”

After he walked away, I slammed the forth back as quickly as the rest.

“Bad day?” A male voice asked on my right.

I turned to see a pair of broad shoulders and kind blue eyes. “You could say that.”

“Will you tell me about it?” He turned his broad shoulders toward me and leaned an elbow casually on the bar.

I wasn’t sure if it was the whiskey or his smile that made my stomach flip. “Thanks, but I’m really not in the mood for this.”


“No, the whole I have no idea if you’re looking for a hookup, something more, or just being nice thing. I’m sick of getting my chain yanked. No more game playing, know what I mean?”

“I do,” he said, and offered his hand. “I’m Jeff and I think you have sexy eyes. You seem upset and I thought you could use a friend. I don’t do hookups and I’d rather get to know you over a drink or a meal. What do you say?”

I shook his hand. “Bartender, a coffee please.”


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