First attempt at Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details here). The idea is to write a short story based on the photo prompt. My first attempt is a little on the long side, but not by too much, so I hope I’ll be forgiven!
THE HIGHEST BOTTLE
‘You want a drink from that bottle?’ she asked him again.
He nodded. ‘Sure, that one.’ He motioned with his eyes to the brown bottle that sat on the top shelf behind the bar.
‘I don’t even know what’s in it.’
‘Neither do I.’
‘So why do you want a drink from it?’
‘Because I don’t know what’s in it.’ She looked at him. ‘I’ve had a drink from every bottle in this place. Except that one.’
The barmaid moved a barstool and clambered onto it, stretched up and managed to pull the bottle down. She wiped the dust from the label.
‘Balvenie 50 Year Old Single Malt.’
The barstool wobbled under her weight. She toppled over. There was a sickening smash.
He slid off his barstool. ‘I’m done here.’ He left the bar.
The barmaid picked herself up and reached for the cloth to wipe up the pool of scotch behind the bar.