Posts Tagged ‘bars’

Today’s picture prompt was provided by our Fairy Blog Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I imagine this room is in her home and people gather ’round on couches and chairs, wine in hand, to listen to music and laugh.

Gracie nestled across his chest.
The little-girl-heat on a swampy night was stifling.
Thompson didn’t mind. He loved the child from her black curls down to her shell-pink toenails.

A breeze lifted the smell of fish spawn and hyacinths.
Home.
The music of wind chimes, bullfrogs and coyotes vied with piano music from Gator’s Bar all lit up across the Teche.
Glasses clinked.
A woman laughed.
That was the troublesome part.

Sighing, Thompson stepped into the bateau, baby in one arm, suitcase in the other, and
the vision of a tight red dress and stiletto heels dancing around in his head.

 

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We strolled through Berlin with Pegman today. Oh, the sites he showed us. I liked this view of the Berlin wall, so stopped to enjoy a pint and listen to what Schwartzie had to say. I found out he’s not a pleasant man. On the other hand, Mordechai is very patient.

“Is this why we built the wall? Is this what we asked for? This crazy art?”
Schwartzie, shut up! One night of peace! Please! That’s all I ask!
“Finally got the Jews on their side. Us on ours.”
No, we didn’t. Chava Kline tutors my kids.Couldn’t find a better teacher.
“And those homos! Poof! Gone!”
One of those homos cleans our house ten times better than my wife.
“We built that wall to keep niggers on their own side!!! Now we’re defacing it.”
Schwartzie! Drink your beer and go. Please. People who come to my bar don’t want to listen to your interpretation of history.
As if conjured, Jamelle Horowitz, the blackest gay Jew the bartender ever met, strolled into the bar, spray paint can in hand.
“Hey, Mordechai, my sister can’t teach your kids tomorrow, got a cold. And I can’t clean your house, got a wall to paint.”

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