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Authors: Christian Fletcher

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“You’re not making any sense,” I sighed. “Now, leave me alone. I want to get drunk.”
I downed my glass and poured myself another shot.

“I wouldn’t keep downing those shots, if I were you. Oh, I am you
…so stop it. Keep your wits about you.”

I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anybody, let alone a hallucination of my own character. I ignored my other self and carried on sipping the whisky.
He kept talking but I didn’t listen. My mind quickly became a fuzz, warmed by alcohol and the feeling I was relatively safe from the cruel world outside the four walls surrounding me.

An hour must have ticked by when my eye lids and my head became heavy and I couldn’t drink any more.

The sound of a vehicle engine awoke me. I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep. I was supposed to be on watch and I’d nodded off. My mouth tasted shitty and my head ached right through my temples. Shit, what time was it? I rubbed my face and looked at the clock behind the bar. It read ten fifteen but I wasn’t sure if the clock was still in working order. My other self had vanished back to hallucination land or wherever he came from. At least I didn’t have to listen to his warbling.

I glanced out of the window and saw a black Land Rover parked at the end of the street. It was the only vehicle not covered with snow and the tail pipe looked like it was smoking. What the hell?

A shadowy figure passed by the window, moving at speed. I scooped up the M-16 from the table in front of me. What the hell was going on now?

I rose from the table, knocking over my half filled glass. I checked the rifle was locked and loaded and ready to fire then ran back and forward across the
bar room, glancing through the front windows for any sign of movement.

The figure flashed by the window again, this time to my left. I hurried across the bar to try and catch a glimpse of who was outside.

“Get out of here,” a voice commanded from behind me.

I turned and saw my other self standing behind the counter
again. For the first time since I’d starting having these visions, he looked genuinely scared and concerned. His face was pale and his eyes were wide.

“What?” I stammered.

I turned back to the window when I heard the sound of glass smashing. One of the panes in the sash window was completely broken and something rolled into my foot. I heard the sound of running footsteps and the Land Rover accelerated away with a plume of white smoke trailing behind it.

“Is that the best they can do?” I said, laughing. “Throwing a brick through the window?
You fucking pussies!”

“Get out!” my alternative self yelled.

I turned to him, shaking my head and feeling mightily relieved that all the tall guy, or Scar Face and his team could muster was a harmless act of window smashing. I continued laughing as I looked down at my boot. I was going to pick up the rock or stone or whatever the missile was and place it on the bar. My laughter immediately ceased when I saw the projectile. It looked like a chunky, cylindrical piece of black piping but it had rows of holes running in neat, vertical lines down the outer casing.

“What the hell…?”

I crouched down to the ground for a closer inspection of the mysterious object. The candle light was dim but I managed to decipher one word etched in white lettering at the top of the projectile’s body. It read ‘
Grenade
.’

“Oh, shit,” I hissed
, and felt my stomach and throat knot in a gripping fear.

The
grenade lay at my feet and before I could move, I witnessed a blinding flash of light and a loud rushing sound in my ears. I was thrown across the bar room, as though I’d been punched by ten heavyweight boxers at the same moment.

I landed
hard on the floor on my back, with a loud ringing in my ears and a numb sensation throughout my body. I stared up towards the ceiling, my vision blurred amid a cloud of choking smoke, wondering whether I was going to live or die. My alternative self stood over me and crouched down, a few inches from my face.

“See you on the other side,” he
mouthed. He might have spoken but I could only hear the shrill ringing sound pulsing through my head.

I blinked a few times
. My vision blurred completely out of focus, and then everything went black.

THE END

Books in the Left series:

Leftovers US
:

Amazon.com: Left Alone eBook: Christian Fletcher: Kindle Store

Left Alone US
:

Amazon.com: Left Alone eBook: Christian Fletcher: Kindle Store

Left
OnThe Brink US
:

Amazon.com: Left On The Brink eBook: Christian Fletcher: Kindle Store

Leftovers UK
:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Leftovers-ebook/dp/B0080553FO

Left Alone UK
:
Left Alone eBook: Christian Fletcher: Amazon.co.uk: Books

Left
OnThe Brink UK
:
Left On The Brink eBook: Christian Fletcher: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

Other books by Christian Fletcher:

Operation Sepsis US
:
Amazon.com: War Memorabilia eBook: Christian Fletcher: Books