Thursday – A little Personal – Watch RWISA Write Blog Tour – #RWISA #RRBC

Rave Reviews Book Club. One of the objectives of the club is to recognize outstanding talent in its membership. A literary group has been established within RRBC named Rave Writers – International Society of Authors (RWISA). This month the club is featuring these authors on a tour. Today is my turn on the tour. The selection I am posting is titled Last Night but in reality is the first chapter in my new book Circumstances of Childhood.  I hope you like it.

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Last Night by John W. Howell © 2017

So, with nothing better to do, I figure I’ll stop at Jerry’s place and grab a couple of drinks and a burger. Usually, I don’t go there on Saturday night since there’s a crapload of amateurs taking up what would be considered prime space. I figure since this is a Friday and close to Saturday, it may be packed, but not as crazy as Saturday. It’s the kind of place where everyone minds their business. They’re there for a good time and will likely not notice me. Even so, I go through the door, stop, and have a look around, trying not to make eye contact. I hope that the ball cap and large coat will keep me from getting noticed.  The bar holds a weekday crowd, hanging on each other like they never had a date before. I tighten my eyelids against the smoke and make out four guys near the pool table, and what looks like a couple of girls fetching drinks. I search for a seat beyond the table in the back, but it seems like they’re all taken.

A guy bumps into me as I stand here. I say excuse me, and he looks me in the face. “Hey, don’t I know you?” he says.

“I don’t think so.” I make to turn away.

“Yeah, you’re the sports hero who lost all his money. I saw you on TV.”

“Naw, people always say stuff like that. I’m not him, buddy; trust me.”

He gives me a puzzled look but doesn’t want to push it, in case he has it wrong. I turn away and continue to look for a seat.

Straight ahead lies the bar, and it has a place right in the middle. I move in the direction of the empty place and look over to the other side of the room. The tables look full of happy drunks. Buckets of empties line the bar top, and the barmaid’s trying to sell more. She doesn’t have much luck since most of these people just spent their last five bucks on this outing. Upon making it to the stool, I hoist myself up and lean on the bar.

“Hey, Greg,” Jerry says. “Whadda you have?”

“Evening, Jerry. I’ll have a Gin on the rocks with a water back.”

“Comin’ up.”

I like Jerry’s no-nonsense way of handling things. He doesn’t like small talk and gets right to business. My eyes smart from the smoke, and I wonder how Jerry gets away with letting people kill themselves, when clearly, it’s not supposed to be allowed in this kind of establishment.

“Here you go. Want me to run a tab?”

“Yeah, I would appreciate that. I intend to have another drink and then a burger.”

The guy who thinks he knows me grabs my shoulder from behind. I almost fall off the stool.

“You’re Greg Petros, the big fund manager. I knew I’d seen you on TV. You took a beautiful career in football and ran it into the ground.”

Jerry leans over the bar and lays his hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Move on, my friend. You made a mistake. This guy is nobody. Go sit down and let me buy you a drink.”

“You sure? You called him Greg.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go get a table, and I’ll send someone over.”

The guy looks at me one more time but does as Jerry suggests. He believes Jerry’s wrong, but the idea of a free drink lets him get away without losing face.

“Thanks. I didn’t mean for you to have to jump in.”

“No problem. Gimme the high sign when you’re ready for another drink.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

“For you buddy, anything.”

I should mention that Jerry and I go back aways. When I fell on hard times, he became the only one that seemed to give a shit. I take a sip of my drink and wait for the burn in my throat, which signals the good stuff. Here it comes. I take a swig of the water and almost believe life is good. The Gin needs to get to the brain before making any honest judgment.

While I wait for the warmth to go from my stomach to my head, I check out the folks seated on either side of me. They both have their backs turned to me and sit engrossed in some discussion with their neighbor. I figure it’s just as well since I don’t want to go through that old “don’t I know you?” bullshit again. Also, I don’t figure on staying the night, so no use in getting into any long discussions about life.

I look down at my drink and wonder what will happen tomorrow. My daughter Constance wants to come and visit. She lives in New York, and before all hell broke loose, we didn’t see each other often. I missed her so much, and it seemed I had to beg her even to talk on the phone. Now, it’s like she wants to be here every weekend. It’s only an hour’s flight by the shuttle or three by train, so she can come when she wants. I just can’t figure out why she got so clingy. I have my troubles, but it doesn’t have anything to do with her. No use in asking her husband, either. Though a nice enough guy, I always wonder if he has someplace important to go when I visit. He never sits still and stays busy on the phone or at the computer. He makes a good living, but it seems a person could take an hour to sit and talk. I’d looked forward to some kind of relationship when he and Constance got married. It’ll never happen with him.

When I take another pull at my drink, I notice the burn feels less. It happens every time. First sip initiation, I call it. It’s like the first puff of a cigarette, hits hard then, after, nothing. I decide to let Constance pretty much have the agenda tomorrow. She and I have not had a chance to talk about anything deep for a while. It could just be that she blames me for her mother running off with that guy with the house on the Hudson. He has a title, and the old gal couldn’t resist, but, I think the daughter always felt I should have done something. Her mother’s sleeping with another guy and what the hell can I do about that?

I’ll just go with the flow. If she wants to go out, we will. If she wants to stay in, we can do that, too. I better think about getting some food in the house. Of course, we can always order take out. I need to move on to my drink and let this go. Tomorrow will be what it is. I remember the day she was born. I looked down at her in my arms and promised I would do anything for her. I love her more than life itself, and I hope we can somehow get to the root of whatever’s wrong. She sounded strange on the phone this morning, and I feel helpless to do anything about it. I hope she opens up when she gets here.

For some reason, I feel tired. Perhaps I’ll go ahead and finish my drink. Maybe I’ll just go home and forget the burger. First, though, I’ll just shut my eyes for a minute. My hands feel good when I put my head down.

“Hey, Greg,” Jerry says. I barely hear him. “What’s the matter? You taking a nap? Greg?” I can feel him shake me, but I have no interest in waking up. His voice gets further away, and I think he says, “Oh my God, Sophie, call 911, quick.” Now the room goes silent.

Thank you for supporting this member along the WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour today!  We ask that if you have enjoyed this member’s writing, to please visit their Author Page on the RWISA site, where you can find more of their writing, along with their contact and social media links, if they’ve turned you into a fan.  WE ask that you also check out their books in the RWISA or RRBC catalogs.  Thanks, again for your support and we hope that you will follow each member along this amazing tour of talent!  Don’t forget to click the link below to learn more about this author:

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46 comments

  1. I’ve missed a few of these, John, but I’ll be checking into this. Thanks!

    1. Thanks, Dan. 🙂

      1. That was a compelling read.

      2. I’m glad you like it. Thanks, Dan

  2. I think it’s great that authors can advertise and promote each other.

    1. That be true, GP. Notice I even do it for myself. 😀

  3. Reblogged this on Words To Captivate ~ by John Fioravanti and commented:
    John W. Howell, author, and member of Rave Reviews Book Club and RWISA, gifts us with an engaging short piece that left me wanting more! Please, read on, and consider checking out John’s thriller novels and his very entertaining website, Fiction Favorites.

    1. Kind words, John. Thank you.

      1. My pleasure, John.

    1. Thank you, Charles.

  4. I enjoyed this story, John. I didn’t see the twist coming, which is a John Howell writing trademark. Well done!

    1. Thank you, Jan. Yup that is me alright.:-)

  5. Great job, John. I really enjoyed it!

  6. Gracie Bradford · · Reply

    Great job John number two today highlighting John number one literary success. The method you chose was so inspiring to read. I’m going to press this one on my blog. John number one, congratulations on your writing success and thanks for hosting the Radio Talk Show. I have downloaded several of your books to my kindle but haven’t read yet. Enjoy your day!!!

    1. Thank you , Gracie. Loved your visit.

    1. Thanks for the Pingback.

  7. Looks like you’re getting close to publication. Excited for you.

    1. Just got the cover today. Getting there.

      1. Let me know when I can help.

      2. Will do and thank you.

  8. Wow, great story John. Left on tenterhooks here…

    1. Thank you, Phillip.

  9. John, you sure know how to get us on the hook. Well done, my friend. Hugs.

    1. Thank you, Teagan. A nice compliment from a writer I respect.

      1. You’re so kind, John. Thanks for helping me have a thriving Thursday.

      2. Always wish the best for you. Thrive, Teagan, thrive.

  10. It shouldn’t surprise me that once again you manage to deliver a story with an ending I didn’t expect. It’s your signature style 🙂

    This was great, John. I was completely caught up in the flow of Greg’s life and then–wow!
    Enjoy your day in the RWISA spotlight!

    1. Thank you, Mae. You would think I could leave well enough alone wouldn’t you?

      1. teehee. Not you 🙂

      2. I-I just can’t.

    1. Thank you , Maureen

  11. You made me whisper “no way” at the end…this was great, John. #gin♡ #needs.lime

    1. I love that comment. Audrey. Thank you. 🙂

  12. karenringalls · · Reply

    Like others, I was also surprised at the ending. I never expected it which is a sign of your gift of story telling.

    1. Thank you, Karen.

  13. Wow…great piece, John! Such subtle, but effective twists in the plot to keep you hungry for more! Thanks for sharing, take care, and have yourself a wonderful weekend! 🙂 ~Stephanie

    1. Thank you for the nice words. A super weekend wish to you as well.

  14. Outstanding, John!!! I never saw it coming Nice, interesting slice of life and then BANG!!

    1. Yup. Like a forehead hitting an overhead beam that’s too low.

  15. I love this story, John. I care about Greg and want to read more.

    1. he has quite a story. it will be available in October.

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