Alone In A Foreign Land
When I pushed the door open, the lights were dim, and the music was deafening.
I looked around, but didn’t see Mark. So, I called him, and the line connected.
“Hello? Mark? Where are you–”
There was a rustling sound of fabric shifting on the other end, followed by Tonya’s voice.
“Mr. Henderson… go slower…”
Then came Mark’s drunken voice, low and hoarse. “Okay.”
I stood frozen at the entrance of the bar, phone in hand, listening. My stomach churned. I leaned against the wall and gagged, but nothing came out.
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