Friday Fictioneers is out again, and this time it’s this beautiful restaurant/bar by Ted Strutz. The genre is a probably just a twisted tale and any similarities with real persons is purely coincidental. And I think I managed exactly 100 words.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of bloggers from around the world who every week gather to write a story of 100 words (more or less). If you want to know more, go to Rochelle Wissoff-Fields page and check it out. If you only want to check out the great stories click the little blue guy at the bottom.
Ted entered the upscale bar early to beat the crowds, and got a seat right up to the counter. He didn’t want to appear inexperienced so he said to the pale gangly bartender, “I’ll have a glass of red please”
“That’s, what everybody wants – what kind?”
“You’ve got any French?”
“Sure, we have some nice Virgin red, here”
“What grape’s that?”
“Grape? are you crazy man, what kind of bar do you think this is?”
The bartender grinned.
With dread Ted noticed the bartender’s unusually sharp and white canines.
May 8, 2013