Gemotions

"Another round?" The bartender asked, his voice a low drone. Sarah nodded, pushing her empty glass across the sticky counter. She’d been coming to this bar for years, nursing the same drink, watching the same flickering television. This evening, she'd overheard a conversation about the lottery winner. It was the woman across the street, Ms. Evelyn. Sarah had known Ms. Evelyn as a quiet, unassuming retiree. Sarah felt her own life stretching out before her, a monotonous landscape of bills and broken promises. She took a long, slow swallow, the whiskey burning a trail down her throat.