Whiskey Sour

This is a tiny scene that I wrote for an old blog. For some reason, I still love it and wanted to share it with you all. “you’re afraid of love” That’s what the scarlet-shirted man at the bar said to me. I shrugged and took a swig of my whiskey sour. Who was he to say that anyway? When his drink was set before him, he grabbed it and moved to the other single woman at the bar slyly propositioning...
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Eating Dinner with a Korean

I plopped down my tray in the middle of the cafeteria. Most of the other conference attendees were done eating except the few stragglers and late-comers. Personally, I felt a bit peopled out since we had sessions all day long with meal breaks including a noisy room of people speaking many different languages. I bowed my head and then began eating. The table shifted and I looked up to find one of my Korean acquaintances sitting across from me. She’d...
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