The clang of the gates shutting behind him as he walked out to freedom still rang in Kurt’s ears. He hadn’t been in a place like this for years, the beer was going to his head.
“Need a little festive cheer?” sniffed the skinny man perched on the stool next to him. They agreed to meet somewhere more “discreet.” Getting up to leave, Kurt noticed a movement near the candle: a moth was fluttering close to the flame. Kurt sat down again with a thoughtful look on his face.
“Another beer?” asked the barman. “Make this one alcohol-free”, replied Kurt.
“Need a little festive cheer?” sniffed the skinny man perched on the stool next to him. They agreed to meet somewhere more “discreet.” Getting up to leave, Kurt noticed a movement near the candle: a moth was fluttering close to the flame. Kurt sat down again with a thoughtful look on his face.
“Another beer?” asked the barman. “Make this one alcohol-free”, replied Kurt.
