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A masterpiece of fantastic realism. An oil painting using a multi-layered glaze technique. A half-length portrait. A man in his thirties, wearing a dark green shirt, sits at the counter in a dimly lit, half-empty bar. He resembles a former soldier: short-cropped dark hair, a stern and stern face, an old scar on his cheek. Next to him, on the counter, sits a half-empty whiskey glass and an unopened pack of Marlboro cigarettes. He rests his hands on the bar. In his right hand, he holds a lit metal Zippo lighter. His brown eyes gaze thoughtfully into the lighter's flame. The lighter's reflection flickers across his face.
“He looked at the amber glass of his drink, as if expecting to see a grinning face of his mate reflected there. He was the kind of person who made you think you might make it back. Always had a joke, even when the mud was waist-deep and the sky was falling. Then one morning, the sky didn't just fall—it broke."
"I brought the lighter home. But I couldn't bring the man. Now, every time I strike it, I’m just waiting for him to ask for a light that’s never coming."
