A scene from a movie I will never produce by jude Kyrie

a scene for a movie I will never produce

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Scene 12
the bar

A color explosion of neon lights
Intermingling though the rain-soaked
window of a tainted almost empty city bar.

At  3am the tables are stacked
With broken hearts.

He lifts the untouched glass
and takes the first sip of his drink.

It drowns the cadence of
Sorrowful whispers that haunt him
from his past

For a quiet moment peace visits.

In its clarity
A pretty lady is staring at him from
her stool at the bar.

Her grey eyes soft and smokey.
The exchange is palatable.

Something is happening.

He returns her glance.
And notices the corners of her lips
Slightly curving into a half smile.
Their glances touch in the dark
space between them.
…………...
To be continued

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