A/N - (Sorry this should have some up on Sat but I've not had the chance)
I've owned this bar for over thirty years now. I took over from my dad when he became to ill to work. Its a small business, with a little circle of regulars who sometimes move on, except for Joe, he's been here since forever. Apart from Joe, there is one person who I couldn't call a regular but.I dunno what.
The first time I saw her my dad pointed her out. I would have noticed nothing special but Dad made a thing about here. She looked about forty, very elegant and beautiful, with this maturity. Dad said she came in every year she came in at the same time for the same amount of time, on the same day. Her story, as I understand it was so touching that now its been written and put on the wall. she was supposed to meet the man she loved her on day, but he had an accident before he could get here. He died later the same day and she never got to see him again.
Now on the anniversary of his death she returns, every year for at least the last four decades she turned up at the bar, having the same drink, asking for it the same way. I have to remember to ask her the same was 'What's your poison' and she always says the same.
I didn't see her when she was young, but she must have been beautiful. Even as older woman she was. Long thick light grey hair, and the most intense brown eyes. She never had another lover after that man. She always came alone, except for once.
One year, two maybe three years back she turned up with a companion. This huge guy, with his own shoulder length grey hair. His face seemed troubled, as if his life had been tough. Either that or he lived on a farm. It was him that told us about the woman, why she came. He never said who he was though. Or her. We just called her our Juliet. Maybe the story was different but it seemed fitting as it was so tragic.
Then one year she didn't turn up. The year before 'our Juliet' was found, collapsed in front of a grave, the grave of 'Mark Callaway'. She was buried in the plot next to him, that apparently had been saved. When I found out I cried for her, and him. That life can be so twisted so as to steal love like that. I sedate myself with thoughts that they are together now.
I still miss seeing her, she was our own little fairytale, but now she's a legend. I never found out her name, I was told that she'd died but no name was mentioned. So she will always be 'Our Juliet'
The bartender looked over at the clock and grabbed a bottle of bud. "3:00" he whispered opening the bottle and raising it to his lips "Here's for you Juliet, where ever you are"
And then it all went black. The end ,my friends, is here, for this story anyway. But I shall be back, with a vengeance quicker than you can say Taker Vs Test - Whose dumbass idea was that?
Little The Ideal fun fact - When I first started the story with Trish in the motel room he was never going to turn up, as he'd already died. Then I had loads of reviews so I kept it going longer. Also I was going to kill Trish because I couldn't bare to kill my babes, However I'm very pleased with the out come of the story so I guess it was worth!
Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed my story, but Especially Kanes Mistress, Gwen and BizgirlCharlie - you kept me going *snuffles* I'm just.so..
Okay and the waffling will end now. I've already got the perfect plot for my babes so I'm going to do it while I can.
So until then..
I've owned this bar for over thirty years now. I took over from my dad when he became to ill to work. Its a small business, with a little circle of regulars who sometimes move on, except for Joe, he's been here since forever. Apart from Joe, there is one person who I couldn't call a regular but.I dunno what.
The first time I saw her my dad pointed her out. I would have noticed nothing special but Dad made a thing about here. She looked about forty, very elegant and beautiful, with this maturity. Dad said she came in every year she came in at the same time for the same amount of time, on the same day. Her story, as I understand it was so touching that now its been written and put on the wall. she was supposed to meet the man she loved her on day, but he had an accident before he could get here. He died later the same day and she never got to see him again.
Now on the anniversary of his death she returns, every year for at least the last four decades she turned up at the bar, having the same drink, asking for it the same way. I have to remember to ask her the same was 'What's your poison' and she always says the same.
I didn't see her when she was young, but she must have been beautiful. Even as older woman she was. Long thick light grey hair, and the most intense brown eyes. She never had another lover after that man. She always came alone, except for once.
One year, two maybe three years back she turned up with a companion. This huge guy, with his own shoulder length grey hair. His face seemed troubled, as if his life had been tough. Either that or he lived on a farm. It was him that told us about the woman, why she came. He never said who he was though. Or her. We just called her our Juliet. Maybe the story was different but it seemed fitting as it was so tragic.
Then one year she didn't turn up. The year before 'our Juliet' was found, collapsed in front of a grave, the grave of 'Mark Callaway'. She was buried in the plot next to him, that apparently had been saved. When I found out I cried for her, and him. That life can be so twisted so as to steal love like that. I sedate myself with thoughts that they are together now.
I still miss seeing her, she was our own little fairytale, but now she's a legend. I never found out her name, I was told that she'd died but no name was mentioned. So she will always be 'Our Juliet'
The bartender looked over at the clock and grabbed a bottle of bud. "3:00" he whispered opening the bottle and raising it to his lips "Here's for you Juliet, where ever you are"
And then it all went black. The end ,my friends, is here, for this story anyway. But I shall be back, with a vengeance quicker than you can say Taker Vs Test - Whose dumbass idea was that?
Little The Ideal fun fact - When I first started the story with Trish in the motel room he was never going to turn up, as he'd already died. Then I had loads of reviews so I kept it going longer. Also I was going to kill Trish because I couldn't bare to kill my babes, However I'm very pleased with the out come of the story so I guess it was worth!
Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed my story, but Especially Kanes Mistress, Gwen and BizgirlCharlie - you kept me going *snuffles* I'm just.so..
Okay and the waffling will end now. I've already got the perfect plot for my babes so I'm going to do it while I can.
So until then..