Tuesday Night at the Bliss & Blah
She sat down purposefully at the bar. The bartender glanced over.
“What’ll it be?”
“A shot of melancholy.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Straight? We’ve got a cocktail that mixes melancholy, nostalgia and wistfulness, with a dash of hope.”
“Straight. With a remorse chaser.”
“Geez, you’re really looking for a bad time tonight.”
“I hurt somebody. I want to feel bad.”
“I’m sure they did something to deserve it. Why don’t I add a few drops of righteous justification?”
“Straight, please.”
Fine, whatever. He was just a sentiment slinger, after all. It wasn’t his job to tell people how to feel.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Whew! Now that was clever! bravo!
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I really loved this…a bar stocked with emotional coctails. My kinda place. A shot of melancholy comin’ up. 🙂
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Sounds about right sometimes.
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I love that last paragraph. Sentiment slinger indeed. I can tell you’ve cozied up to a few bars.
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Nicely done. Poor barkeep. There’ll be an unburdening to come
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Great idea. They say barkeepers are underpaid therapists 🙂
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OMG..this is so cool! I love it.
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Dear David,
There’s a lot of depth and thought that went into your hundred words. Bravo!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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loved it…its quite unique take…
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