...today she switched her cell phone off and headed for the harbour pub. It was deserted. She ordered a double Jack Daniels (no ice – no water – crystal tumbler) and sat at the window overlooking the ocean next to the black baby grand. Only she and the bartender and the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks below occupied the space. Shanti imbibed courage as she swirled the Jack Daniels without a grimace and cast it like a spell to quench her demons.
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