Setting the Bar

 

She was beautiful.

Stunning.

He watched the ice melt in his glass, swirling the whiskey around, just to avoid staring at her.

“Another?” The bartender held up a bottle.

He raised an eyebrow and slid his glass across the bar. “What do you think?”

“Me?” The woman walked over. “I think you drink too much.”

“Yeah? What the hell do you know.”

“I know you’re here every day,” she looked toward the dining room. “I waitress.”

He wanted to tell her to get lost.

Instead, he asked her to join him.

“Absolutely,” she smiled, “but I don’t drink.”

 

 

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

May 25, 2016 prompt: Smile In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that changes with a smile. It can be a character, tone, setting or any creative use of smile.

 

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With a Rebel Yell

 

He wasn’t supposed to drink alcohol.

My father was a hard-working man, not afraid to get his hands dirty. Not ashamed to shovel shit for the rich folk when they wouldn’t honor his degree from our country.

But he was stubborn.

I heard them argue, my parents. About his work. His genius gone to waste. His drinking.

I turned away – blasting Billy Idol from my room, tuning them out.

When my mother asked where father hid his bourbon, I stayed silent, picturing the bottle next to my cigarettes in the overgrown garden.

He died young.

I smashed my stereo.

 

 

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

January 6, 2016 prompt: Rebellion In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about rebellion.  

 

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It’s been 2 months since I posted any fiction. Writer’s identity crisis, self-doubt, and all that crap. Well, now I’m back. With a Rebel Yell…

“Aaaaahhhh!”

 

Rebel Yell Bourbon

Rebel Yell by Billy Idol