January 24, 2014
Source: We Heart It
That Look
She was alone at the local bar…again. Sipping the first of many for the evening. Max kept her coaster covered with a new bourbon on the rocks as soon as she finished the one in hand. He always counted, trying to pace her, knowing her limit and switching to lime and tonic; finally coffee.
At the end of the bar on a lone stool sat that guy again. The one with amazing eyes. The one who drank slow and silent nearly matching her drink for drink. His poison … scotch … neat. Max refused to leave a bottle for either of them.
Max took care of him almost as well as he did her. She couldn’t remember the first time she saw him there at the end of the bar. All the regulars seem to stake their claims and sit in the same place for their weekly pity party. She always sat in the middle where Max hung out near the draft pulls. He preferred that and so did she. Max was a good friend and always knew when she needed to talk or just drink. The best bartender she ever knew. Tonight was a silent one … the bourbon flowed and burned…just what she needed – wanted.
Jack was finally gone. Completely out of her life and this was the only way she could feel anything. There were no more tears. She cried herself out months ago. Finally, she had to push Jack out to get him to leave. Commitment issues on both sides---his hot then cold. She needed one or the other – not the emotional confusion he continually caused her.
Max placed a tonic and lime in front of her. So soon…she looked up with a questioning eyebrow? Had she lost count of the number?
With a sideways glance, a head tilt to the end of the bar, and a wicked grin on his lips, Max let her know after all these weeks she was about to have company.
“Hello, I’m Chris,” he said with a melting British accent. “May I join you?
Max placed a tonic and lime in front of Chris while I tried to remember not only how to speak, but how to breath as well. Falling into those dreamy eyes and sounding like a giddy schoolgirl, she said, “Yes, please.” “My name is Chris, too!”
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Flash Fiction
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
She was alone at the local bar…again. Sipping the first of many for the evening. Max kept her coaster covered with a new bourbon on the rocks as soon as she finished the one in hand. He always counted, trying to pace her, knowing her limit and switching to lime and tonic; finally coffee.
At the end of the bar on a lone stool sat that guy again. The one with amazing eyes. The one who drank slow and silent nearly matching her drink for drink. His poison … scotch … neat. Max refused to leave a bottle for either of them.
Max took care of him almost as well as he did her. She couldn’t remember the first time she saw him there at the end of the bar. All the regulars seem to stake their claims and sit in the same place for their weekly pity party. She always sat in the middle where Max hung out near the draft pulls. He preferred that and so did she. Max was a good friend and always knew when she needed to talk or just drink. The best bartender she ever knew. Tonight was a silent one … the bourbon flowed and burned…just what she needed – wanted.
Jack was finally gone. Completely out of her life and this was the only way she could feel anything. There were no more tears. She cried herself out months ago. Finally, she had to push Jack out to get him to leave. Commitment issues on both sides---his hot then cold. She needed one or the other – not the emotional confusion he continually caused her.
Max placed a tonic and lime in front of her. So soon…she looked up with a questioning eyebrow? Had she lost count of the number?
With a sideways glance, a head tilt to the end of the bar, and a wicked grin on his lips, Max let her know after all these weeks she was about to have company.
“Hello, I’m Chris,” he said with a melting British accent. “May I join you?
Max placed a tonic and lime in front of Chris while I tried to remember not only how to speak, but how to breath as well. Falling into those dreamy eyes and sounding like a giddy schoolgirl, she said, “Yes, please.” “My name is Chris, too!”
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Flash Fiction
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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