Falling Back
He sat at his usual spot at the end of the bar, sipping his beer, eyes cast downward and shoulders slumped in exhaustion. It had been a long day – and night.
"Be nice getting that extra hour tonight, huh?"
He looked up, startled. "Uh…what's that?"
The bartender was standing on a chair, turning the hands of the clock on the wall backward. "Extra hour - ya know, 'fall back' and all that."
"Oh…yeah…" He'd forgotten, actually, and now he found himself feeling even more depressed. All it meant was another hour to sit there and drink.
One more hour without him.
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