Posts Tagged ‘Bar’
Aug
Overindulgence
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She was tired and had too much to drink. Her eyes drooped to provide the perfect screen for strange imaginings. Time passed.
Chloe jolted awake to a shift in the buzz of conversation, her vision presenting a weird split screen of a now empty hotel bar, a new day’s sun barging through the large windows and reflecting off each polished surface to sear through the fog in her brain: judgmentally bright.
Her clothes smelled of staleness and smoke. Stale vomit prowled the back of her throat.
Chloe waddled to the bathroom, suddenly aware of another need.
She’d open late today.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
May
Blood In The Dirt
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The man strolled to the saloon, thinking about what he had done and what he would do now. His family had been killed and thanks to him their murderers were dead too. Revenge had been his life from the time he was fourteen.
He pushed his way up to the bar. He ordered a whiskey and sipped it.
A drunk yelled at him to pull his gun; it didn’t matter why to him.
He said, “Not here,” and he walked into the street.
The drunk followed.
“I’ll see you all soon,” the man muttered as his tears fell. “Now draw!”
From Guest Contributor Dylan Baker
Apr
The Appointment
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“But everything looks so tired and worn here.”
“You were the one who wanted to come to Paris to die.”
“Doesn’t everybody?”
I took her hand and pointed. “There it is. That’s the café.”
We pushed through the crowd at the door and found a table for two.
“Everyone here looks so old,” she said.
“Except for that beautiful girl at the bar.”
“Madame et monsieur. Vous desirez?”
“Do you speak English?”
“Yes.”
“Who is the beautiful girl at the bar?”
“That is Death.”
“But I thought Death was…”
“Monsieur, the older one gets the more beautiful Death becomes.”
From Guest Contributor Reynold Junker
Dec
Karaoke Superstar
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sweaty man standing behind the microphone had been a pop star of some renown once upon a time, many years ago. Everyone in the room, even those paying more attention to their drinks than the immolation occurring in the corner of the hazy bar, could tell the man had the voice of an angel. One or two heads turned, thinking the man sounded somehow familiar even though they couldn’t quite place him. A woman, half drunk, nodded a buzzed nod and winked at the man, who barely noticed her, so focused was he on finishing this one last song.
From Guest Contributor Dan Slaten
Nov
The Golden Elixir
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When the man entered the Golden Elixir, he was the only patron. The name was for both the establishment and the only drink it served.
The bartender greeted him in a friendly manner. “How’d you hear about us?”
The man wasn’t sure what to answer. “I heard rumors that you serve drinks that are…solid gold?”
“That’s true. Would you like to try?”
“Sure, how much?”
“The first one is on the house.” The bartender pulled down a black decanter filled with a gold liquid and poured a glass. The man hesitated, then gulped it down.
The man immediately died.
Oct
Cat And Mouse
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“If I ever see you here again, I’ll kill you.”
So began their game of cat and mouse. Every night, Owen skirted past the Clover Patch, careful never to show his face where O’Riley might see him. O’Riley kept his shotgun under the bar, hoping for the day Owen crossed the bar’s threshold.
Owen lamented he’d never again be able to sip of the island’s best stout. It seemed especially unfair, with him being the bar’s owner and its chief brewer, while O’Riley was just a bartender. Hiring a belligerent alcoholic to tend bar was in hindsight a poor decision.
Mar
The Joke
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. A man walks into a bar–”
“Stop.”
“I haven’t even finished yet.”
“But you said to stop you if I’ve heard it.”
“You don’t know what the joke is.”
“Sure I do. A man walks into a bar…”
“That’s just the beginning.”
“The beginning of a joke I’ve heard before.”
“Look, here’s the punchline. The extra long one’s for the dog.”
“Oh, I guess I haven’t heard it before.”
“Well, now it’s ruined.”
“No, start over.”
“Okay, a guy goes into a bar–”
“No, that one I’ve heard. Tell the new one.”