Robert hits a bar

Robert hits a bar

fiction
edward w pritchard

Looking for comfort and companionship in all the wrong places Robert hit a bar Friday night after work. He had been sitting alone always alone when he realized that all the women in the bar were here to poison a man or two. Smiling prettily, seductive and alluring most were here to poison and kill to stir up a little excitement in their lives. Only Robert deduced this, and as he sat alone the bar grew sinister to him and he usually moved off in a corner alone to observe. Eventually the bar seemed haunted and dangerous to Robert worrying if his waitress was in on the plot. Moving around the bar became intriguing and terrifying, and the clientele became endowed with hidden allied powers.

Robert was always glad to get out of those bars alive. The women were Medea like to Robert, scary now, like a Lucretia Borgia, threatening to poison him if he entered into communication with them or established contact. Rushing to the sanctuary of his home base, Robert made plans for further adventures.
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