WHISKY ON THE ROCKS by Marion Twyman

It was a beautiful cut glass tumbler, not the usual petrol station give-away he was used to drinking from. The ice chinked as he raised the glass to the light, and the sun glinted on the amber coloured liquid. He swirled it round and round for a few seconds, savouring the occasion. Then he murmured “Cheers, Happy New Year” to himself as he raised the glass to his waiting lips.

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