The Unconventional (A Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
I don’t remember the explosion or the pain or the loss of my two comrades. I don’t remember any of that. All I remember is the ringing. That’s what gets to me. The goddamn ringing. That was the first time Death came to see me. I was young and invincible when I looked him in the eyes and defied him. But it was the second time I wasn’t prepared for. It was the second time that this story is about. It’s about the time Death made me choose. *** My name is Archie Briggs. The date is January 26, 2007. I don’t know it yet, but today is my reckoning day. I slide onto the stool at Flanagan’s Bar and study the bartender’s smooth face. There’s no mistaking Brad’s my brother. We both have blue eyes, goatees, dark hair, tight jawlines, and don’t look a day over thirty. He’s already getting my whiskey sour ready like he does every night. Had I known what I know now, I would have had my whiskey sour with some of the good shit. Crown Royal instead of Kessler’s. But that’s the thing about life.
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