Lonesome Spirits

Categories Words, Writing

Hank spun the glass clumsily on the wet bar top, watching the amber liquid slosh at the sides and grab at what little light came from the room. At the other end of the bar, Tom raised an eyebrow and studied Hank carefully while wiping down hot, clean glassware with a towel.

“Hey, mister, you gonna drink that booze or just keep sulking into it and messing up my bar?” Tom asked as he finished drying a glass and walked over to mop up the growing puddle in front of Hank.

It had been a long, lonely year since Hank last enjoyed a dose of this spirit – or any other – and he sure as hell didn’t feel like explaining himself, so he mumbled in Tom’s direction, “I’m meeting my wife later, so I’ll just nurse this and wait ‘til she gets here if you don’t mind.”

Just after twelve, Hank asked Tom to pour a second glass – said he knew his wife had come in because he heard Patsy Cline’s “Walking After Midnight” coming from the jukebox. Sure enough, Tom heard the song and suddenly stopped what he was doing, unable to find the voice to tell Hank that their jukebox hadn’t worked in over a year.


Join us at Ivy Walker‘s blog for Six Sentence Stories. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. This week’s cue is…SPIRIT.

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Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

18 thoughts on “Lonesome Spirits

  1. hell, I could see the multi-tiered row of liquor bottles reflected in the mirror, not to mention the dark red ‘leather’ booths.

    (glad Tom didn’t say anything about the jukebox… but then again, I cast Tom Waites in the role and we all know theres no way he’d go and do a thing like that)

    1. I have NO idea why I picked that tune – it was not my original thought. I guess the lyrics made me think it could be taken in a very different direction.

  2. It was the title, specifically the word “spirits” that got me over here. 😀 Hehe. Great read! I need to go look at Ivy’s post, too. Hope the book is going well. Hope you’re doing well. <3

    1. The book is…slow. I’m in a stuck place. I’ll get there. Hope you’re well, too. I’ve been buried in loads of things and haven’t been in touch with the world much. Talk soon! <3

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