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OLWG# 196- Devil of Fire

Written for OLWG# 196



I pushed open the swinging door and, the place got real quiet.

It took a little time for my eyes to adjust to the low light. There were six tables, all filled. An empty stool beckoned from close to the centre of the bar. A tall, dark-haired girl stood behind a row of beer towers; she leaned against the chill boxes and wore a white collared shirt with black jeans. An apron hung loosely from her hips.

I threaded my way to the empty stool, hoisted myself into the seat and put my right foot on the brass rail, where it’s supposed to rest. Nodding to the woman behind the bar, I looked at the rest of the punters. First, I glanced over my right shoulder, then my left. Still, no one spoke. The only sound was Gary Stewart, woozily singing low about an Empty Glass from the torn speaker of an AM radio perched at the end of the bar. All eyes were on me, the stranger in the room.

“Can you get me a shot and a beer?” I asked the girl. I spun the stool around and looked at the other customers. We all studied each other for a moment until I broke the silence, “Don’t look at me,” I said, “I voted for the other guy.” It seemed like forever, but finally, a deep-throated laugh began. Slow, it emanated from somewhere in the back, far from the front door. Others joined in as if I had just told the funniest joke in the world. The whole place was chuckling, giggling, belly laughing.

My drink came, I heard her set it on the bar, and she whispered, “This one’s on the house.”


This weeks prompts were:

  1. the wetness of his soul
  2. I voted
  3. overcome the legacy

10 thoughts on “OLWG# 196- Devil of Fire

  1. That’s the thing about a place with a lot of regulars. Everyone’s always judging a book by its cover. Good take on the prompts. I certainly couldn’t figure my way around them!

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  2. Being the stranger (the elephant in the room) and getting the ‘guy’ in the back to accept your presence ‘priceless’. And well deserving of that free drink.

    Interesting how the ‘regulars’ have to wait for that ‘signal’ instead of being individuals.
    But that’s what happens in those towns where everyone knows everyone else’s business.

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