neighborhood bar

neighborhood bar

fiction
edwaard w pritchard

Fannie Brown's neighborhood bar only had a couple of rules. No fighting, no knives, that kind of stuff, but a soft rule, more of a custom was no goodbyes. If you met someone who you hadn't seen for a while you bought them a top shelf type drink, brandy or vsop cognac maybe. Related to that custom was when you met someone there, who you used to know, you jumped back in without a lot of explanation or recriminations while at the bar tonight; and things were good and simple again for a while. Frannie called that beginners mind meeting.

Half way through a pleasant meeting people would disappear, for a variety of reasons and then you would just drift back to your place, a little sad true, but with soft waves of recovery fortifying your journey home.
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