The Green Glass


Walking into the Green Glass for the first time, you'll pause. Everyone does.

Once you get over the overwhelming scent of lime juice, you'll take a few more steps, crushing a handful of discarded word-searches.

At the counter, you meet the Twins, sporting top-hats and mischievous smiles as they offer you a frosty glass. Walk towards the ancient piano; stop and listen to gray-haired Liza's fingers dance across the ivory.

And there, in the corner, is that really a pirate?  He fits the part, scraggly hair, eye patch, stiff wooden leg. Even the classic parrot, sickly feathers suggesting adventures unimaginable.

Should you talk to him?

The End

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