Excerpt: "SATRAN KAEVON" (A.Glass 2017)

 

Ainslee, leaning forward, lifts her shot-glass as Feldstein fills the glass to its rim.  She then holds up her small glass, placing down onto the restaurant table the bottle of rice spirits.  Both women, in unison chink their glasses together.  At the same time, they tilt there heads back and drink down the Awamori. "Yes, you always make sense Caitlin,"  Ainslee replies, her expression sincere and respectful, as an admirable gesture towards her friend.

"Oh my head..."  Feldstein says, propping herself up out of bed.  "...Fucking alcohol."  Her thoughts slightly whirled as she reminisces to flashbacks regarding some of her clients that she has helped in past therapy sessions in relation to alcohol dependency.  But I ain't anxious. So no crutch for me. She acknowledges in her thoughts, despite the hung over feeling, the aftereffect of too much alcohol.  However there is no sentiment of dread or regret..."

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SATRAN KAEVON (A.Glass 2017)