After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum.
The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking,
Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning?
Were you forever or just for tonight?
You’d spotted me where you sat, cornered with two of your friends.
Pretending I didn’t notice the sparks in your gaze, I ordered a beer; but as you went to the restroom, I managed to get you alone.
“I have eggs for my breakfast,” you said, as we turned left at the corner,
Knowing it was for tonight, I tried to remember your name.
© Roger Bultot
Ok I only saw the shutters and thought about closing, and remembered the Leonard Cohen Song “Closing Time”, and tried to fit a story around that.
Friday Fictioneers is all about finding a story in the picture. Rochelle keep us in order and make sure that we don’t exceed the allocated 100 words.
Click on the frogs below for more stories.
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November 13, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A story of two lost souls in the night. Nice one.
Lost but maybe found
This is just sad. Both looking for warmth for the night with no thought at all about tomorrow.
Or maybe that will fix itself
One hopes 🙂
I hope she’s going to be all right
Most likely they both will be fine… maybe a bit embarrassed at breakfast, and she has probably forgotten his name as well.
❤️
LOL, are you sure it isn’t Spring in Sweden? A frisky tale with frisky frogs. I had to laugh at that last line as well. Excellent, Bjorn.
Nu spring in sight and frogs are asleep
Perfect frogs for your story…
Ahhh… the old trying to remember your name thing. He better work on that before they move forward!
I liked this.
They both will have to think that… but only at breakfast.
I downloaded the song a few weeks ago. Your poem reminds of the lines – ”she holds the world to her thigh”. It’s the guy I sympathise with in this one.
Ha.. I can sympathize with both… but at least it’s consensual
Two lost souls, well penned
Lost but found maybe
Maybe
It sounds as if what she’s offering is not your typical Bed & Breakfast. 🙂
We have a country song over here entitled, “The Girls All Get Prettier at Closing Time.”
Bed it is, and breakfast it is… but there might be more.
A brief but pleasant encounter…
It could be a beginning.
A believable story. I loved the line about the eggs!
I think this is a story happening every night….
So right, Bjorn. It’s always closing time somewhere…
Uncomfortable story cleverly depicting the start of a relationship. Whether one night or forever no one knows yet.
It can end as soon as it begin… but it might continue … but at least he has to get through on the name thing
Dear Bjӧrn,
That last line made me snort. Very well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
No coffee drinking while snorting hopefully
hope springs eternal even for lost souls.
I think they will find spring somewhere.
Nice read
Strange
oh wow. what a story.
Thank you 🙂
you’re welcome!
I’ve never heard a chat-up line like that before! I might just try it sometime!
Here’s my story!
It’s a bit bold… but it could work
Great evocation of a night out and that frisson of excitement when eyes lock. Just as long as they both know it’s only for tonight … Great story telling, Bjorn
I hope they do… but it could be forever as well.
All big things must start small 🙂
Slice of Life. You really took me there. Such evocative writing!
I think a younger version of myself could relate.
‘Eggs for breakfast’ already the lust has matured. I like the ambiguity, I assume it is she who wants her hands on a ‘bum’. Who is Male/female a question that is left hanging.
Eggs sounds exciting… but it’s just the desert
I really like the mood you create, a bit sad and seedy, last chance to hook up, the loneliness of it all. A lot said in a few words.
I saw a painting of Edward Hopper eventually
I hope they each find their forever one eventually.
It could be tonight… but that is their secret.
Enjoy the moment. Whats in a name!
Well told story of the night and a choice. Two people just being together for one night. A sense of sadness from your leading man here.
Eggs, always a dealbreaker. Waffles, bitch!
All I can think of is catching crabs – but I acknowledge I am weird like that. 😀
A descriptive insight into the thoughts of two strangers meeting for the night. I think it was the egg breakfast that convinced him in the end. 😉
Too many of those lost souls searching for the right one that may never show up. Great story …
Isadora 😎