Spirits

'What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?'
'God's honest truth, bosun - I seen the spirits, clear as day...'
‘I ain’t no bosun- that’s ship talk – I is you boss – and no more of that nonsense – you hear?’
‘It ain’t no nonsense, I tell you – I seen it…’
‘Yeah, yeah, through the bottom of that bottle, I s’pose. Clear as day. Clear as the bloody sediment in that beer, I reckon.’
Boss man, named George by his mama, slapped Willis’ back.
‘There ain’t no spirits in that shack. Who been telling you tales?’
Willis paled. ‘No one bosun, I tell you… Don’t go there. ‘ He shuddered. ‘Did you see that then?’
‘See what?’ George looked at the curtain and could swear he saw a figure moving about inside… ‘That curtain moved – and see – look – man, I’m outta here!’


‘Willis – you’re ace man. Cheers!’ Arthur, comrade in arms and fellow shack residents chuckled. ‘You got him good and proper, didn’t ye, Willis? As for this spirit, ma-an, it’s good.’

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(Even if it wasn't quite Damson Vodka!)