Date: 1/17/2017

By I dream of Harding

Alice was at the bar, she looked up as I arrived. Her eyes didnt focus, her hair was tangled, straggly.  I was happy to see her but also deeply concerned.  All the things I appreciate about her weren't present. The bar man was a singing drunken fool.  He played games with the taps and bottles,  jeered and laughed at everyone in the room. Somehow Alice had been caught by him I spent a long time trying to decide what to drink.  In the end I left, profoundly sad about Alice