(I haven’t seen any writing prompts on here so far, so I figured I’d write the first one!)

  • neamhsplach@beehaw.org
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    2 years ago

    Blood. Blood. Blood.

    I bang my fists on the bar and cry, Blood Blood BLOOD.

    The bartender’s hardly noticed, he gets this all the time. There are plenty of blood orderers in this town.

    I bang my fists on the bar and cry A SWARM A SWARM A SWARM OF BEES

    An eye flicks upwards. He’ll kick me out.

    I whisper.

    A pint. A pint. A pint of plain.

    Black with white cream up top. Nothing special, nothing new. He whispers that I have no name, to keep my head down and keep it that way.

    A gulp A gulp A gulp it’s gone.

    Not Joe the Joker. Not Steve the Sailor. Not Éanna the Mé Féiner.

    Just me. The drunkard. The No Namer.