Hinges creak, wooden door bang in the wind, like a ghost town deserted. Drinks left untouched on the bar, Whiskey ready to pour! a warm dying glow from the fireplace, a small haze burns. The winds echo their pride through the shack, moaning and groaning....jackets left, belongings, wallets lay unaffected by the passing of time. The bar clock ticks then skips a beat and ticks again....silence....where is everyone?
