TITLE: A Taste of Blood
GENRE: Contemporary Fantasy
The last time I saw my father, I broke my brother’s nose. Aaron simply wiped the blood on his suit’s sleeve, pulling me into a hug while I sobbed. As far as irrational outbursts went, it was pretty spectacular, but we were twelve, at our dad’s funeral and both a little emotional. Aaron just handled it better. Thirteen years later, he still did but I think even Aaron might have had something to say when Dad walked into Sawyers.
Martini glass pressed to my lips, I stared through the crowd.
The hooded figure slid through the bar, his average height, dark shirt and jeans blending with the masses, but I thought I’d seen his face. He moved with purpose, the crowd parting like the Red Sea, as if they knew there’d be problems if they didn’t.
Invoking time-faded memories, the gait and crowd response raised the hair on the back of my neck. The conversation between my two best friends faded into the rest of the din. With shaking hands, I settled my glass on the table before I dropped it. Besides, the martini had already sloshed and no matter what anyone said, wasting a drink like that was sacrilege.
No. This wasn’t happening. The dead just don’t casually stroll into a bar. My subconscious was projecting. It was dark; I couldn’t see. I was drunk. Daydreaming even. I threw explanations at myself, hoping one would stick, but apparently my brain was made of Teflon tonight.
“Alex? Earth to Alex.”