I’ll be frank; my head is partially in the clouds today and I am really looking forward to having a lazy Sunday so today’s piece is probably shorter than necessary and not as focused. However I think it’s the first time this month that I’ve felt so distracted about writing thus far, so I don’t feel too terrible about it. I grabbed a prompt form Write World once again to make it a bit easier to get started.
Prompt: His tie is crooked
The man at the end of the bar looked like he had been through hell. His tie is crooked and his jacket is tossed half haphazardly across the stool next to him. The drink resting in the curve of his hand is half gone already and Linden only noticed him walk in a few minutes ago. Seeing people at the end of their rope for a day, or week or months or years, was not anything out of the ordinary for a bartender but there was always the unique ones. Customers that you don’t see often, ones that just wandered into this bar because it was the closest, or ones that just didn’t fit in with the typical clientele. This guy definitely belongs to that unique category, his suit is far nicer than the kind that come in and out of here on the day-to-day.
Linden had heard the guy ask Leslie for a three finger of the house scotch, also not something the bar serves a whole lot of. There were a few others around him but not close enough that any conversations were starting and part of Linden would put money on that this guy planned that out. These are the customers that Linden can get lost in wondering about. He can find himself trying to configure their stories and what brought them to this bar on this day and during his shift. What could possibly be stressing them out so much that their hand seems to be constantly running through their hair and the hung of their shoulders is so heavy.
Working in a bar brings all sorts of people into your life for a specific amount of time and Linden never gets used to that fact. He has met so many people and heard so many stories that he finds himself wondering frequently about how certain people are doing months after he has served him. Part of Linden really wants to ask this guy about his day, about his story, but working in the bar for as long as he has, has also taught Linden when to leave certain people alone to drink away what they need to and get on with their lives.
The bar hits its rush and Linden loses track of the guy but hours later when he has gotten to catch his breath he notices the guy has left. His glass sits there still and under is a decent tip for Leslie. But what he also notices breaks his heart a little; a silver wedding band.