After a tragic death on mean city streets, a woman meets God and begs him to let her reincarnate to bring the heavenly message of unconditional love to the world. Follow the adventure when she is tossed back to earth as one of the smallest dogs on the planet.
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And now for your regularly scheduled (St. Patrick's Day) flash fiction. I don't really know how I feel about this one, so I welcome your critiques.
Jace pounded back his drink and slammed the glass on the bar, silently signaling for another. He made a face at the green shot the bartender pushed toward him but drank it anyway. He could get just as drunk with a green drink as an amber one.
From what he understood about St. Patrick’s Day, that’s all it was about anyway.
The bartender wasn’t moving fast enough, so he took a hit off the flask he’d snuck in, the one that was laced with a little more than whiskey. He felt the familiar rush that was half-adrenaline, half-chemical.
He’d had ten months clean.
He took another furious swig. He’d only gotten clean for her. If she didn’t want him anymore, then who cared if he had a few pills anyway?
Someone sat on the stool next to him. Jace ignored the short, stocky girl who leaned over him to get the bartender’s attention, but he couldn’t ignore her slow Southern drawl. “Where are you from?” he asked reluctantly, and she grinned when she heard his own accent.
“What are you doing in this big bad city?”
He huffed a bitter laugh and said, “Followed a girl up here. Stupid me.”
“So did I.” Off his look, she laughed and said, “My sister. We’re on a road trip.”
“Cool.” The drugs were starting to loosen him up. “She around here too?”
The girl waved a hand behind her. “Somewhere.”
He glanced around, then took another hit off the flask. Then he smiled, his best, most charming smile, and said, “You wanna go somewhere too?”
She laughed. “We just met!”
He flushed a little. “I meant just to talk. Someplace quieter. I’m not looking to start anything.”
She looked him up and down before shrugging and sliding off the stool. “I could probably take you anyway,” she said with a smile.
No, Jace thought as he handed her the flash so she could take a healthy drink, you really can’t.
Have a happy and safe St. Patrick's Day!