The Bar

It was a cold and rainy Friday night. The kind of night that you would have stayed in bed curled up

Watching tv or reading a good book. The streets were like glass with the rain beating down so hard

The sidewalk shimmered as it reflected the bright and colourful neon signs that hung above it.

The rain itself came down in torrents wave after wave like it was trying to drown out the city.

With each step the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning drowned out the sound of

grit and gravel of the sidewalk under my shoes.

As for myself I was holding a long silver and black umbrella which was taking a beating from

the rain. My back trench coat felt heavy as I walked through the rain to my favourite one stop

bar. Which was located on the corner of a busy intersection. The bar itself was never really

crowded on a Friday night but it still managed to do a fair amount of business to accommodate its

customers. As I opened the door and entered the bar I closed down and shook off the water from

my umbrella. I then unbuttoned and opened my coat. I then walked to an empty seat next to a

window to watch the rain as it continued to fall on this sleepy town. Before sitting down I removed

my coat and hung it on the coat rack beside the seat.

As I sat down in the booth I managed to catch the waitress’s eye and she asked me if I would like a

cup of coffee to warm myself up on such a cold night. I told her that would great on a night like this.

She was dressed in a typical waitress uniform with a black dress and white apron tied around her waist.

With a small white hat on her head made of lace and flat white shoes to comfort her feet when she

Walked. Also I happened to glance up to see her gold name plate which read Gertrude on her left shoulder.

As she hurried away to the kitchen for my coffee I took the opportunity to look around the old bar.

To describe it there were booths lined up next the windows so that the customers could stare out and

dream away their worries. The floor were tiled in black and white fifties style. The bar was covered in

solid red leather with a number of red stools stationed in front of it. On the counter of the bar stood

bottles of ketchup, mustard, and two small bottles of salt and pepper. As well as a container of napkins

and a container of extra utensils if needed. At the end of the bar stood a plate of pastries covered

over with a se through cover. Behind the bar sat a huge pane glass which was covered over by

numerous bottles of wine, champagne, whiskey, burbon, vodka and other famous bottles of

alcohol. These were arranged so that the bartender would have easy access to them when needed.

the walls of the bar were covered by the pictures of famous people who had visited the bar at

one time in their heyday. People like Jimmy Stewart, James Cagney, and Carey Grant and even

Gary Cooper to name a few. Beside the bar there sat an old style juke box filled with some old forty

five records of old melodies used to bring back old memories of childhood and lives long gone. Located

in the back of the bar were the offices, restrooms and phones.

As for the few people that were there waiting for the rain to stop there were only two couples

sitting together waiting for the rain to stop and talking quietly to themselves about buying their

first house. While the second couple who were off in a corner booth were quietly talking about the

arrival of their first child and all the things they would need for their child. I glanced over their way

and saw two young people who were deeply in love with each other. The music from the juke box

seemed to play a sad refrain about a rainy night somewhere in Georgia which filled the mood of the

night. Gertrude finally returned with my coffee and she even threw in a strawberry Danish for free with

my coffee. She set them down in front of me with a smile and strode off to the other customers.

I then added my own sugar and cream to my coffee and stirred them together. I then picked up

The Danish and took a bit of it and tasted the warm gooey strawberry center that filled my mouth.

As I tasted my sweet coffee I felt just like the other customers in the bar separated from the rest of

The world as the rain fell as the juke box continued to play softly into the night.

The Bar

It was a cold and rainy Friday night. The kind of night that you would have stayed in bed curled up

Watching tv or reading a good book. The streets were like glass with the rain beating down so hard

The sidewalk shimmered as it reflected the bright and colourful neon signs that hung above it.

The rain itself came down in torrents wave after wave like it was trying to drown out the city.

With each step the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning drowned out the sound of

grit and gravel of the sidewalk under my shoes.

As for myself I was holding a long silver and black umbrella which was taking a beating from

the rain. My back trench coat felt heavy as I walked through the rain to my favourite one stop

bar. Which was located on the corner of a busy intersection. The bar itself was never really

crowded on a Friday night but it still managed to do a fair amount of business to accommodate its

customers. As I opened the door and entered the bar I closed down and shook off the water from

my umbrella. I then unbuttoned and opened my coat. I then walked to an empty seat next to a

window to watch the rain as it continued to fall on this sleepy town. Before sitting down I removed

my coat and hung it on the coat rack beside the seat.

As I sat down in the booth I managed to catch the waitress’s eye and she asked me if I would like a

cup of coffee to warm myself up on such a cold night. I told her that would great on a night like this.

She was dressed in a typical waitress uniform with a black dress and white apron tied around her waist.

With a small white hat on her head made of lace and flat white shoes to comfort her feet when she

Walked. Also I happened to glance up to see her gold name plate which read Gertrude on her left shoulder.

As she hurried away to the kitchen for my coffee I took the opportunity to look around the old bar.

To describe it there were booths lined up next the windows so that the customers could stare out and

dream away their worries. The floor were tiled in black and white fifties style. The bar was covered in

solid red leather with a number of red stools stationed in front of it. On the counter of the bar stood

bottles of ketchup, mustard, and two small bottles of salt and pepper. As well as a container of napkins

and a container of extra utensils if needed. At the end of the bar stood a plate of pastries covered

over with a se through cover. Behind the bar sat a huge pane glass which was covered over by

numerous bottles of wine, champagne, whiskey, burbon, vodka and other famous bottles of

alcohol. These were arranged so that the bartender would have easy access to them when needed.

the walls of the bar were covered by the pictures of famous people who had visited the bar at

one time in their heyday. People like Jimmy Stewart, James Cagney, and Carey Grant and even

Gary Cooper to name a few. Beside the bar there sat an old style juke box filled with some old forty

five records of old melodies used to bring back old memories of childhood and lives long gone. Located

in the back of the bar were the offices, restrooms and phones.

As for the few people that were there waiting for the rain to stop there were only two couples

sitting together waiting for the rain to stop and talking quietly to themselves about buying their

first house. While the second couple who were off in a corner booth were quietly talking about the

arrival of their first child and all the things they would need for their child. I glanced over their way

and saw two young people who were deeply in love with each other. The music from the juke box

seemed to play a sad refrain about a rainy night somewhere in Georgia which filled the mood of the

night. Gertrude finally returned with my coffee and she even threw in a strawberry Danish for free with

my coffee. She set them down in front of me with a smile and strode off to the other customers.

I then added my own sugar and cream to my coffee and stirred them together. I then picked up

The Danish and took a bit of it and tasted the warm gooey strawberry center that filled my mouth.

As I tasted my sweet coffee I felt just like the other customers in the bar separated from the rest of

The world as the rain fell as the juke box continued to play softly into the night.

The Bar

It was a cold and rainy Friday night. The kind of night that you would have stayed in bed curled up

Watching tv or reading a good book. The streets were like glass with the rain beating down so hard

The sidewalk shimmered as it reflected the bright and colourful neon signs that hung above it.

The rain itself came down in torrents wave after wave like it was trying to drown out the city.

With each step the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning drowned out the sound of

grit and gravel of the sidewalk under my shoes.

As for myself I was holding a long silver and black umbrella which was taking a beating from

the rain. My back trench coat felt heavy as I walked through the rain to my favourite one stop

bar. Which was located on the corner of a busy intersection. The bar itself was never really

crowded on a Friday night but it still managed to do a fair amount of business to accommodate its

customers. As I opened the door and entered the bar I closed down and shook off the water from

my umbrella. I then unbuttoned and opened my coat. I then walked to an empty seat next to a

window to watch the rain as it continued to fall on this sleepy town. Before sitting down I removed

my coat and hung it on the coat rack beside the seat.

As I sat down in the booth I managed to catch the waitress’s eye and she asked me if I would like a

cup of coffee to warm myself up on such a cold night. I told her that would great on a night like this.

She was dressed in a typical waitress uniform with a black dress and white apron tied around her waist.

With a small white hat on her head made of lace and flat white shoes to comfort her feet when she

Walked. Also I happened to glance up to see her gold name plate which read Gertrude on her left shoulder.

As she hurried away to the kitchen for my coffee I took the opportunity to look around the old bar.

To describe it there were booths lined up next the windows so that the customers could stare out and

dream away their worries. The floor were tiled in black and white fifties style. The bar was covered in

solid red leather with a number of red stools stationed in front of it. On the counter of the bar stood

bottles of ketchup, mustard, and two small bottles of salt and pepper. As well as a container of napkins

and a container of extra utensils if needed. At the end of the bar stood a plate of pastries covered

over with a se through cover. Behind the bar sat a huge pane glass which was covered over by

numerous bottles of wine, champagne, whiskey, burbon, vodka and other famous bottles of

alcohol. These were arranged so that the bartender would have easy access to them when needed.

the walls of the bar were covered by the pictures of famous people who had visited the bar at

one time in their heyday. People like Jimmy Stewart, James Cagney, and Carey Grant and even

Gary Cooper to name a few. Beside the bar there sat an old style juke box filled with some old forty

five records of old melodies used to bring back old memories of childhood and lives long gone. Located

in the back of the bar were the offices, restrooms and phones.

As for the few people that were there waiting for the rain to stop there were only two couples

sitting together waiting for the rain to stop and talking quietly to themselves about buying their

first house. While the second couple who were off in a corner booth were quietly talking about the

arrival of their first child and all the things they would need for their child. I glanced over their way

and saw two young people who were deeply in love with each other. The music from the juke box

seemed to play a sad refrain about a rainy night somewhere in Georgia which filled the mood of the

night. Gertrude finally returned with my coffee and she even threw in a strawberry Danish for free with

my coffee. She set them down in front of me with a smile and strode off to the other customers.

I then added my own sugar and cream to my coffee and stirred them together. I then picked up

The Danish and took a bit of it and tasted the warm gooey strawberry center that filled my mouth.

As I tasted my sweet coffee I felt just like the other customers in the bar separated from the rest of

The world as the rain fell as the juke box continued to play softly into the night.

The Bar

It was a cold and rainy Friday night. The kind of night that you would have stayed in bed curled up

Watching tv or reading a good book. The streets were like glass with the rain beating down so hard

The sidewalk shimmered as it reflected the bright and colourful neon signs that hung above it.

The rain itself came down in torrents wave after wave like it was trying to drown out the city.

With each step the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning drowned out the sound of

grit and gravel of the sidewalk under my shoes.

As for myself I was holding a long silver and black umbrella which was taking a beating from

the rain. My back trench coat felt heavy as I walked through the rain to my favourite one stop

bar. Which was located on the corner of a busy intersection. The bar itself was never really

crowded on a Friday night but it still managed to do a fair amount of business to accommodate its

customers. As I opened the door and entered the bar I closed down and shook off the water from

my umbrella. I then unbuttoned and opened my coat. I then walked to an empty seat next to a

window to watch the rain as it continued to fall on this sleepy town. Before sitting down I removed

my coat and hung it on the coat rack beside the seat.

As I sat down in the booth I managed to catch the waitress’s eye and she asked me if I would like a

cup of coffee to warm myself up on such a cold night. I told her that would great on a night like this.

She was dressed in a typical waitress uniform with a black dress and white apron tied around her waist.

With a small white hat on her head made of lace and flat white shoes to comfort her feet when she

Walked. Also I happened to glance up to see her gold name plate which read Gertrude on her left shoulder.

As she hurried away to the kitchen for my coffee I took the opportunity to look around the old bar.

To describe it there were booths lined up next the windows so that the customers could stare out and

dream away their worries. The floor were tiled in black and white fifties style. The bar was covered in

solid red leather with a number of red stools stationed in front of it. On the counter of the bar stood

bottles of ketchup, mustard, and two small bottles of salt and pepper. As well as a container of napkins

and a container of extra utensils if needed. At the end of the bar stood a plate of pastries covered

over with a se through cover. Behind the bar sat a huge pane glass which was covered over by

numerous bottles of wine, champagne, whiskey, burbon, vodka and other famous bottles of

alcohol. These were arranged so that the bartender would have easy access to them when needed.

the walls of the bar were covered by the pictures of famous people who had visited the bar at

one time in their heyday. People like Jimmy Stewart, James Cagney, and Carey Grant and even

Gary Cooper to name a few. Beside the bar there sat an old style juke box filled with some old forty

five records of old melodies used to bring back old memories of childhood and lives long gone. Located

in the back of the bar were the offices, restrooms and phones.

As for the few people that were there waiting for the rain to stop there were only two couples

sitting together waiting for the rain to stop and talking quietly to themselves about buying their

first house. While the second couple who were off in a corner booth were quietly talking about the

arrival of their first child and all the things they would need for their child. I glanced over their way

and saw two young people who were deeply in love with each other. The music from the juke box

seemed to play a sad refrain about a rainy night somewhere in Georgia which filled the mood of the

night. Gertrude finally returned with my coffee and she even threw in a strawberry Danish for free with

my coffee. She set them down in front of me with a smile and strode off to the other customers.

I then added my own sugar and cream to my coffee and stirred them together. I then picked up

The Danish and took a bit of it and tasted the warm gooey strawberry center that filled my mouth.

As I tasted my sweet coffee I felt just like the other customers in the bar separated from the rest of

The world as the rain fell as the juke box continued to play softly into the night.

The Bar

It was a cold and rainy Friday night. The kind of night that you would have stayed in bed curled up

Watching tv or reading a good book. The streets were like glass with the rain beating down so hard

The sidewalk shimmered as it reflected the bright and colourful neon signs that hung above it.

The rain itself came down in torrents wave after wave like it was trying to drown out the city.

With each step the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning drowned out the sound of

grit and gravel of the sidewalk under my shoes.

As for myself I was holding a long silver and black umbrella which was taking a beating from

the rain. My back trench coat felt heavy as I walked through the rain to my favourite one stop

bar. Which was located on the corner of a busy intersection. The bar itself was never really

crowded on a Friday night but it still managed to do a fair amount of business to accommodate its

customers. As I opened the door and entered the bar I closed down and shook off the water from

my umbrella. I then unbuttoned and opened my coat. I then walked to an empty seat next to a

window to watch the rain as it continued to fall on this sleepy town. Before sitting down I removed

my coat and hung it on the coat rack beside the seat.

As I sat down in the booth I managed to catch the waitress’s eye and she asked me if I would like a

cup of coffee to warm myself up on such a cold night. I told her that would great on a night like this.

She was dressed in a typical waitress uniform with a black dress and white apron tied around her waist.

With a small white hat on her head made of lace and flat white shoes to comfort her feet when she

Walked. Also I happened to glance up to see her gold name plate which read Gertrude on her left shoulder.

As she hurried away to the kitchen for my coffee I took the opportunity to look around the old bar.

To describe it there were booths lined up next the windows so that the customers could stare out and

dream away their worries. The floor were tiled in black and white fifties style. The bar was covered in

solid red leather with a number of red stools stationed in front of it. On the counter of the bar stood

bottles of ketchup, mustard, and two small bottles of salt and pepper. As well as a container of napkins

and a container of extra utensils if needed. At the end of the bar stood a plate of pastries covered

over with a se through cover. Behind the bar sat a huge pane glass which was covered over by

numerous bottles of wine, champagne, whiskey, burbon, vodka and other famous bottles of

alcohol. These were arranged so that the bartender would have easy access to them when needed.

the walls of the bar were covered by the pictures of famous people who had visited the bar at

one time in their heyday. People like Jimmy Stewart, James Cagney, and Carey Grant and even

Gary Cooper to name a few. Beside the bar there sat an old style juke box filled with some old forty

five records of old melodies used to bring back old memories of childhood and lives long gone. Located

in the back of the bar were the offices, restrooms and phones.

As for the few people that were there waiting for the rain to stop there were only two couples

sitting together waiting for the rain to stop and talking quietly to themselves about buying their

first house. While the second couple who were off in a corner booth were quietly talking about the

arrival of their first child and all the things they would need for their child. I glanced over their way

and saw two young people who were deeply in love with each other. The music from the juke box

seemed to play a sad refrain about a rainy night somewhere in Georgia which filled the mood of the

night. Gertrude finally returned with my coffee and she even threw in a strawberry Danish for free with

my coffee. She set them down in front of me with a smile and strode off to the other customers.

I then added my own sugar and cream to my coffee and stirred them together. I then picked up

The Danish and took a bit of it and tasted the warm gooey strawberry center that filled my mouth.

As I tasted my sweet coffee I felt just like the other customers in the bar separated from the rest of

The world as the rain fell as the juke box continued to play softly into the night.

The Bar

It was a cold and rainy Friday night. The kind of night that you would have stayed in bed curled up

Watching tv or reading a good book. The streets were like glass with the rain beating down so hard

The sidewalk shimmered as it reflected the bright and colourful neon signs that hung above it.

The rain itself came down in torrents wave after wave like it was trying to drown out the city.

With each step the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning drowned out the sound of

grit and gravel of the sidewalk under my shoes.

As for myself I was holding a long silver and black umbrella which was taking a beating from

the rain. My back trench coat felt heavy as I walked through the rain to my favourite one stop

bar. Which was located on the corner of a busy intersection. The bar itself was never really

crowded on a Friday night but it still managed to do a fair amount of business to accommodate its

customers. As I opened the door and entered the bar I closed down and shook off the water from

my umbrella. I then unbuttoned and opened my coat. I then walked to an empty seat next to a

window to watch the rain as it continued to fall on this sleepy town. Before sitting down I removed

my coat and hung it on the coat rack beside the seat.

As I sat down in the booth I managed to catch the waitress’s eye and she asked me if I would like a

cup of coffee to warm myself up on such a cold night. I told her that would great on a night like this.

She was dressed in a typical waitress uniform with a black dress and white apron tied around her waist.

With a small white hat on her head made of lace and flat white shoes to comfort her feet when she

Walked. Also I happened to glance up to see her gold name plate which read Gertrude on her left shoulder.

As she hurried away to the kitchen for my coffee I took the opportunity to look around the old bar.

To describe it there were booths lined up next the windows so that the customers could stare out and

dream away their worries. The floor were tiled in black and white fifties style. The bar was covered in

solid red leather with a number of red stools stationed in front of it. On the counter of the bar stood

bottles of ketchup, mustard, and two small bottles of salt and pepper. As well as a container of napkins

and a container of extra utensils if needed. At the end of the bar stood a plate of pastries covered

over with a se through cover. Behind the bar sat a huge pane glass which was covered over by

numerous bottles of wine, champagne, whiskey, burbon, vodka and other famous bottles of

alcohol. These were arranged so that the bartender would have easy access to them when needed.

the walls of the bar were covered by the pictures of famous people who had visited the bar at

one time in their heyday. People like Jimmy Stewart, James Cagney, and Carey Grant and even

Gary Cooper to name a few. Beside the bar there sat an old style juke box filled with some old forty

five records of old melodies used to bring back old memories of childhood and lives long gone. Located

in the back of the bar were the offices, restrooms and phones.

As for the few people that were there waiting for the rain to stop there were only two couples

sitting together waiting for the rain to stop and talking quietly to themselves about buying their

first house. While the second couple who were off in a corner booth were quietly talking about the

arrival of their first child and all the things they would need for their child. I glanced over their way

and saw two young people who were deeply in love with each other. The music from the juke box

seemed to play a sad refrain about a rainy night somewhere in Georgia which filled the mood of the

night. Gertrude finally returned with my coffee and she even threw in a strawberry Danish for free with

my coffee. She set them down in front of me with a smile and strode off to the other customers.

I then added my own sugar and cream to my coffee and stirred them together. I then picked up

The Danish and took a bit of it and tasted the warm gooey strawberry center that filled my mouth.

As I tasted my sweet coffee I felt just like the other customers in the bar separated from the rest of

The world as the rain fell as the juke box continued to play softly into the night.

Jack Pym

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