Great photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers.
Thought I might not make it this week as we were driving through France, but had a brief moment of inspiration over breakfast this morning. Thanks to Rochelle as always for the hard work she puts into making this happen every week.
Every night Annie focussed on that bottle, second shelf, third from the right.
Usually it glowed deep purple, but would occasionally glitter silver.
Tonight it undulated deep emerald tones.
“Drink me,” it keened.
Casting a wary eye round the empty bar, the bartender reached to set the bottle down beside her with a glass, before disappearing out the back.
“Where’s Annie tonight?” asked a regular later, nodding at the empty stool.
“Meeting up with the other girls,” the bartender said, smiling.
On the shelf the bottle radiated an excitable ruby hue, before dimming to a contented purple once again as another girl entered the bar.