Another week, another Friday Fictioneers challenge!
They had put the bottles, well whatever was still remaining of the bottles, back onto the shelves.
The small and big lights were glittering here and there reflecting in the mirrors cautiously put above cracks on the walls.
Everything had been restored to perfection.
The earthquake had shaken everything away from the bar, even customers.
And they expected that she would have decided to leave all the same.
But as soon as the sign outside turned green, the first person to come sit behind the counter was her grainy form.
And now for the explanation which is absolutely necessary here. She’s a ghost who’s a regular at the bar. I really think it was necessary this time!
© 2013 Ankita Kala