CarolineCaroline9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her name is Caroline. She is in her late thirties. Everyday for as long as she cares to remember she has come into this bar on the corner down the street from her apartment. She sits in the same seat at the bar, third from the left. On the bar she sets her purse, two packs of Camel lights, and a 99 cent bic lighter. She orders a vodka, straight up with a twist. The first one she downs immediately and calmly orders a second. She speaks to no one. Everyday at two p.m.
SHe sits drinking, smoking, and staring st her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. SHe doesn't know the person staring back at her. The hollow eyes, the wrinkling skin are just a husk. A shell of what she used to be. At 10:30 she promptly rises and leaves the bar. She walks back to her cramped one bedroom apartment. No one is there to greet her