THERE’S SOMETHING SACRED ABOUT LAST CALL. how fast humans flock to the bar ----- it’s keeper mighty . powerful ; there’s solidarity where once there was none , people so different from each other stand close --- sharing air / waiting / wanting.
sometimes he wonders how they would react if only they knew they rubbed shoulders with a deity.
a simple touch , small --- but significant in modern stigma. girlish giggle rings like music. he turns for the customary signature smile when a shove from behind woman worn & an effort to play her hero makes tipsy fingers lose their grip. wasted wine on a handsome stranger runs red as blood.
eye - contact from a god. ❝ ------ shit , sorry. ❞ / @interdastin