BARS AND ISOLATED SPIRITS

The flickering neon signs cast a dim/faint/shadowy glow on the rain-slicked street. Inside the bar, the air was thick prison with the scent of stale beer and despair/loneliness/melancholy. At the corner/end/farthermost table sat a figure, hunched over a glass, their face lost in the shadows/darkness/dim light. A solitary soul, searching for escape/