Gentrification marched its silent footsteps to the oak door of Moore’s Tavern.
Old Man Henry smiled and licked his wrinkled lips. If he couldn’t have it, nobody could. He grabbed the gasoline and lighter.
The starry night seemed brighter to him that night.
The stone chimney was all that remained.
Anthony works with numbers by day, and words by night! Happily married in the heart of Kentucky.
An ostrich, a penguin, and a barn swallow walk into a bar.
The ostrich and the penguin seem uncomfortable. “Are birds like us allowed here?” they ask nervously.
“Follow my lead,” says the barn swallow. “No one will bother you as long as you sit at the bar ‘n’ swallow.”
This story is based on a prompt suggested by @Matt_LRR.
A guy walks into a bar. He saunters towards a group of girls and sends a nonchalant scowl in their direction. He suavely turns his head to the nearest girl and winks.
He says to the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having.”
The bartender says, “One Pink Lady, coming up.”
This guest story was written by Sonia Sayani. Sonia is, in her own words, “but an eternally something-to-do-searching Canadian with a computer.”