Thursday, January 8, 2015

"Eighty Proof and the Ad Council" by Bill Baber in Spelk

The first shot of eighty proof eased down the track of his throat, arriving in his gut like a train pulling into the warmth of a lighted station on a cold winter night. Moments later, he lifted the second to his lips as if it were a fly fisherman’s back cast. With a sudden snap of his wrist, the liquid line began a languid journey that ended with gentle ripples in the serenity of a clear mountain stream. Read story here.

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