Harry flicked his Bic lighter. Click. Snap. The round bartender’s teeth clenched. Two stools down, Benny gawked, mesmerised. His carpenter’s hands ironed denim thighs.
Click, Snap. “What’s you lookin’ at?”
“Nothin’.” Benny rocked in time with the click—regular as a metronome.
“You smoke? Here—I quit.”
Fast as a frog plucking flies, Benny snatched the prize.
“See you around.” Harry vanished.
Click, snap. The bartender smacked his towel hard on the bar. Benny bolted, his beer only half-gone. “That boy’s deranged.” No-one paid attention.
Late that night, smoke and fire-trucks’ lament dominated the dark. The tavern crackled like kindling.
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