NEW YEAR SPIRITS PASSING JUDGEMENT (+ Polyphonic Prose)

They stood there, just outside the window, mocking him as they often do. Always cloaked and silent, ghostly visages, but this time only two. He turned to the bartender, asking, “So, you have them sort around here too?”

The bartender chuckled back, “I’m sure we have a few.” …and then nodded like he knew.

Then he pressured, “Why not get them to move on, they’re spoiling the view. I mean, no one needs their kind around here, do you?”

The bartender seemed puzzled, “What’s up with all your hullabaloo?”

“Them there, out the window!” he complained.

The bartender exclaimed, “What’s up with you fella!? --- are you talking about those patio umbrellas?”