General Fiction posted July 24, 2017


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Two women meet in a bar and share a secret

Another glass

by oliver818

Two women sit at a deserted bar Contest Winner 
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Her fingers wrapped around the stem of the tall glass, thin and fragile like a throat. The blood-red wine splashed the sides, leaving an oily film. The wine was full-bodied, lingering on her taste buds long after swallowing.

"Is this seat taken?"

Bright blue eyes stared at her from a frame of chestnut hair. Paula could make out a slight hint of sweat under the powerful blast of Chanel that now surrounded her.

"Go ahead."

"Thank you." A thin handbag draped down the back of the chair.

"I'm Angela." Her voice was soft like cotton candy.

"Paula. Enchantee."

"Oh, you're French?"

"No, no, I just like to use it sometimes." Her red-tipped nails dipped into her bag, pulling out a pack of Marlboro lights.

"That is so cool."

"Thanks. Do you mind if I smoke?"

"If you want. Bartender, a vodka on the rocks." A twenty dollar bill narrowly missed a splash of red wine on the bar.

"Vodka, eh? I prefer wine myself. Unless it's five am and I've been dancing all night, and then I'll drink anything." Ice cubes clinked as the glass landed on a white napkin.

"You're telling me. My head is killing me. My boyfriend was out at some conference last night, and so of course me and the girls went out. I think I drank a whole bottle of vodka just myself. I only got up an hour ago. When will I learn?" She sipped at the drink.

"Your boyfriend is at a conference? What does he do?" Grey strands of ash fell into the ashtray as her long, thin fingers tapped the cigarette.

"Oh, I don't know. Something with numbers and equations, and big words I can't even begin to understand." Icy corners now stuck high out of the vodka like rocks.

"So, like an accountant or something?"

"No, not that. Something with science."

"Does he make a lot of money, at least?"

"We get by. I don't have to work, anyway, which is something. What about you? You got a man?

Curls of smoke floated off and broke apart above the ashtray.

"Yeah, I have a beau. Oh goodness, there I go again with my French. Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's a bit of a jerk, too, actually."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, instead of taking me out to dinner tonight like he told me he would, I'm stuck here in this bar, drinking by myself." Sparks flew as the cigarette crashed into the bottom of the ashtray.

"You poor thing. Did he at least have a good reason?"

"Ha, yeah it was a good one. He told me he had to show a new client a good time. Yeah right, client. The bastard is the boss, he must have hundreds of people who can do that for him. More likely he's with his twenty year old secretary in some hotel somewhere."

"You know what? I think we both need another drink, my round. Bartender, another vodka on the rocks and whatever she's drinking."

"Honey, that's the nicest thing anybody has done for me in a long time. You seem like a nice person. Can I tell you something?" She slugged back the last half-inch of wine, tugged another cigarette out of the box.

"Sure you can, honey."

The perfume was stronger, and mixed with shampoo as Paula leant in close to her ear.

"I want to murder my boyfriend."

"Really? Oh my God, me too."

"What?"

"Absolutely. I'm so sick of his smarmy behavior, his snarky remarks about my intelligence."

"I know exactly what you mean. Why is it men seem to think all women are stupid?" A dancing flame leapt up from her lighter, licking at the edges of the cigarette.

"Right? I mean just because I don't know how to fill the car with petrol rather than diesel, doesn't mean I'm stupid."

"Of course it doesn't, sweetie. You're far too good for him."

"You know what, I am. And I'm going to tell him that tonight. It's over, we are breaking up. I want a more dumber boyfriend, too"

Paula looked up. "Sorry, what?"

"I want a more dumber boyfriend, too. I'll tell you what, let's both do it tonight when we get home. Then we can meet back here tomorrow and compare stories."

Paula's lips curved in around the cigarette end. Close enough, I guess, she thought to herself.

"It's a deal. You do what you have to do, and I'll do what I have to do and we'll meet back here tomorrow." The cigarette settled into a grove in the edge of the ashtray, and wrapped her fingers around Angela's hand.

"This is so exciting. Watch my drink for me, will you? I've got to go to the little girl's room."

Paula smiled as she watched her new friend walk away. They would have very different stories indeed to tell each other the next day.


Writing Prompt
Write a story using the premise two woman sit at an otherwise deserted bar. They share a secret. They strike up a friendship.

Two women sit at a deserted bar
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