If you feel there's a presence. . .

. . . or uneasiness, but you clearly are all alone, those feelings you're feeling seem somewhat out of sync. Tell me, what would you like to drink? There are so many stories everyone here can tell. History full of of color; tragedy too. Such things may weigh heavy. Filled with fear, eyes will blink. We say, what would you like to drink?

Sometimes the weather can get hot. And passion's sure to rise here. It's happened so much in the past. The poet-son who watched his parents' suicide; the yellow fever victims here, with those long gone, still survive. Back some years, goes the story, controversy abounds; love and murder, some mystery in our town. Such intrigue we get through printed pages and ink. Can I please get you something to drink? Midst of all the excitement, everyone chose their side. RIght or wrong, there's no middle; nowhere to hide. He was one upstanding citizen, don't you think? So now, what would you like to drink?

Things aren't always what they seem or how we'd like them to be. They're only just the way they are. But sometimes, just beneath the surface, something we never saw. We're not sure it's dead or still alive. You can see the old movie. Read the book better still. Fill in all of the details; a little thrill. Bartender on Drayton said "Ghosts sell" with a wink. Say now, what would you like to drink?

©2008 Raymond M. Jozwiak



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