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Bourbon On The Rocks #4

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I folded the paper up and turned my desk lamp off. I stared at the window shade. There was a hole in the shade near the top of the window, and a tiny shaft of sunlight violated the darkness of the office. I could see dust particles floating through the air, totally oblivious of private detectives and murdered lounge singers and old school acquaintances. No sense of time or the futility of existence. No need for love or emotion. It just wafted along aimlessly, giving nothing and expecting nothing in return.

My mind drifted back to a long time ago...

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    Christopher about 3 years ago

    Don't worry, this isn't another Jake Randolph flashback story. He's just remembering an incident when he and Milton were kids.

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    Neville Hunt about 3 years ago

    Super writing here, Christopher; it creates a really memorable scene. Watching dust particles in sun beams is something I still do. Great stuff.

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    Drew Martyn about 3 years ago

    Superbly done, very atmospheric. Yes, there's something relaxing and therapeutic about watching dust in light beams.

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    Christopher about 3 years ago

    Thanks, guys.

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