The Green Fairy, Speculative Fiction Authors [most recommended books .TXT] 📗

I died again today, but I always came to in the same New Orleans drinking place. The dimly lit building with windows hiding under wood shutters meant protection against the strong storm raging outside.  I slowly got up from the booth I woke in, and sluggishly worked my way over to the bar and took a sat in one of the tall round bar stools with no back.

 I looked up, in the reflection in the mirror over the bar across from me, my eyes locked on the front window. Something was off about it but I couldn't figure out what in the fog of my mind. I turned back to the archaic bar. There were bottles of booze everywhere with thick dust on them, but as I look around there wasn’t one person anywhere.

 When I looked back up in the mirror I was astounded. I quickly took my gaze off the mirror, turned in the stool, to see a dark-haired man come waltzing through the door. He wore a top hat, a large rose colored dress with a rose in his mouth, and yes, he was actually waltzing.

I turned to laugh at the silliness of the moment, but everything was suddenly different. My first thought was what happened to the stash of dusty bottles? But then I caught his gaze in the mirror, drawn into the saturnine look of his eyes. Had Jim Morrison come back from the dead too, I thought?

As the man danced towards me, I spied a green bottle in his hand Absinthe...The Green Fairy!

Absinthe, I love the stuff; wonder who he is, this handsome hunk?

He leaped into the air like a prima ballerina and lightly landed in a chair...and motioned for me to come and sit down on the dusty seat next to him.

I thought, I'll just wait for someone else to join him...but this place was