BIG CITY, LITTLE TALE

I lounged in a chair by the bar 

finding a perverted peace in a

collection of Flannery O'Conner's

evil point of view when three

newbies bounced in and ordered

drinks.

The leggy blond in white shorts

and pumps scanned the room and

slid her hand in her pocket.

A look of dismay, and,

"What’s this? Oh no! I’ve washed

my shorts with gum in the pocket!”

I caught her eye and said,

 “Been there, done that.”

She grinned at me and poked

a finger down the vee of her blouse,

said, “Once I kept my Altoids

right here. When I got home,

and took off all my clothes, I had

breath mints all over my b***s!”

She grinned again and walked  

to a table in the corner,

creating a Patchouli breeze to

punctuat this sudden desire

to write just like

Flannery.

Author's Note

This event is true. It happened at Stogies, an infamous cigar bar in Nashville, Tennessee. Just one more Friday night, just one more event to make it all worthwhile. Those days were golden.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Firstly, your authors note... Stogies as a name for a cigar store must be the best named anything I've ever heard. It just calls it like it is and more should do the same, but I reckon bakers would go out of business if they were all called tubby's! 😊
Life is good when you can smile at things that should annoy you. But maybe that's just being young and good looking that does that, but it doesn't mean we can't give it a try now and again.
Just two people connecting and sharing a smile beats a growl any day... Which is why I keep my moans for the privacy between me and my mirror. And it rarely answers back! 😊

[Vol]

Lorry, I have never learned to keep my mouth shut. Especially in the presence of beauty like hers... I was probably near forty years older than she, so I wasn't particularly threatening, and she came in with two tall, preppy young guys...
My pipe and the ale I drank that evening, were somehow more satisfying than usual.
Vol

[NormaZ]

This is great, made me laugh, and especially if it is true, a poem waiting to be written! You were able to create a sense of seriousness, reading Flannery O'Connor, combined with the fun of the altoids.

[Chris Shaw]

A moment to remember. A little slice of life which can turn into a smile and poetry. Little tales in a big city. I enjoyed the visit Vol and the patchouli breeze.

Chris

[Vol]

Chris,
Thank you for commenting... and Patchouli is a dangerous aphrodisiac...omg.
I once found a display of one dollar books outside a Books-A-Million and bought a copy of "Overheard in New York." Snippets of conversation people overheard at diners, on the sidewalk, or subway... I laughed out loud through the whole thing. I think there may even be a website of the same name where people contribute daily... Lots of evidence for why I would never survive in a big city.
Vol

[Chris Shaw]

I’m not a city lover either Vol, though born in London, I escaped to country living at the age of 8. Don’t even go back there these days.

Your brand of patchouli over there, sounds more potent than the stuff I remember back in the day. I can’t remember dangerous :)

I bet those snippets of conversation are fun. I certainly wouldn’t survive in the city:)

Enjoy the rest of your day Vol.

Chris

[Vol]

That will be easier after reading your comments, thanks for taking the time, milady.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Vol.