Loki (![]() ![]() @ 2015-05-03 16:32:00 |
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Mitchell had been staring at the wall for over an hour. His thoughts were caught up in the past once again. Grief and hopelessness were starting to overwhelm him. He slowly tucked at his gloves as he stared back into years filled with doubt, anger and sadness. Even the thought of his girls was not the strong rope that he could use to pull himself out of his own misery. He was seated behind the bar, his gaze slowly shifting to the bottles. He only unconsciously noticed the new customer. The pub did not need a barkeeper anyway. People often just served themselves. |