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Casey's Place Part 1

I write at Casey’s Place on Thursdays. The owner is Bobbie and she doesn’t mind that I hog a whole table to myself. It’s the same little round, beat up table every time. One reason I sit at that table is because there’s a power outlet close. The other is the table is situated in such a way that I can see down the long bar and watch the people. I write at Casey’s because of the noise. It’s loud there. Most people say that a place can be so loud that they can’t think. I’m the opposite. The loud noise helps me to concentrate, to focus on the write. Tonight is a Thursday and I didn’t notice her walk past me. I didn’t notice, because the jukebox is playing a song that fit perfectly as a score to the short story. The singer is telling me not what to write, but giving me the point of view I was looking for. I put a period at the end of the last sentence to a paragraph that’s had me struggling for an hour. It’s time for a drink, so I pull out the flask. Bobbie knows about my flask, and doesn’t mind that I bring in my own liquor. That’s because I give her twenty bucks for the privilege. While putting the silver flask up to my mouth, I see her staring at me – the one I didn’t notice walk past me a moment ago – or was it an hour? I don’t know. She’s staring at me through a big guy wearing a leather jacket. He ‘s ordering drinks for her and himself. She nods ‘yes’ to him and then walks away from the bar towards me. Here she comes in her long black leather coat, and black leather stiletto boots. Even though it’s loud as hell, I can hear the ‘click, click, click’ of those boots on the wood floor. I don’t need for her to come over here, but she does –all the way up to my table. “Hi.” She says. I leaned over to look past her towards the big guy. He’s looking at me. We make eye contact. I look up at her. She and I make eye contact. I don’t do eye contact -especially, on Thursday when I’m writing. This isn’t going to end well. To be continued…

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