Promise

An old vagrant had entered the offset town with no more than twelve dollars in change, an old, torn rucksack, and an empty journal he hoped to fill with ink. He also had a promise to himself.

His lips were dry from traveling and naturally this led him to the nearest bar where he hoped to quench his thirst.

The place was dark and it was filled with men, whom, like him, were searching for something they hoped to find at the bottom of every bottle. Although they could not exactly remember what they were looking for.

Neither could he.