Friday Fictioneers – The Stranger at the Bar

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

You’d think perhaps this is all the residue of a merry night—the empty bottles, the pyroclastic flow of wax. But no, it wasn’t an extended revelry. This was the work of seconds.

When he walked into the inn, the air carried a whiff of cordite, or maybe brimstone. Never having smelled brimstone, I can’t be sure.

“Wine,” he said. “Your best, if you please.”

When vision returned after the flash, he’d gone, along with all my customers. The imprint of his fingers remained, melted into the wineglass.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

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