“So tell me about this Stellan guy,” my older and overly protective brother said as we sat in on a park bench feeding the birds. “What do you want to know?” “What does he do?  Where’s he from?  What’s he like?  Where did you meet him?  I want to know everything about him that you do.” “So you can form an opinion?” My brother … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Nine

  I watched as Stellan glanced at his watch and then look around for me.  I tapped on the glass and he turned and looked at me with a smile.  He motioned for me to come out of the store and I nodded. “Have you been waiting long?” he asked as I walked down the steps of the store. “Not at all,” I answered.  “I … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Eight

“You’re never here on a Monday,” Gwen said as she placed a napkin down on the bar in front of me. “It’s good to see you too Gwen.” “That came out wrong didn’t it?” she asked. I nodded.  “Just a bit.” “What’s up?” I shrugged my shoulders.  “Just needed a drink,” I answered. “Usual?” “Nah, I want something different.”  She looked at me with a … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Seven

  The throbbing in my head beat in a double time rhythm with my heart.  I groaned and rolled over, throwing my arms across the bed and hitting flesh.  The throbbing and my heart stopped.  I slowly opened my eyes and saw Roman next to me.  I pinched at the flesh on the inside of my arm and winced in pain.  I wasn’t dreaming.  Roman … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Six

Pizza e Vino was a cozy, candlelit restaurant that was nestled in between two towering skyscrapers.  If I closed my eyes, the scent billowing from it would have made me think I was in Italy.  I fell in love with the restaurant the instant I walked in. “Ciao” a man in his fifties said as Stellan pulled the door closed.  “Two?” “Yes,” Stellan said from … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Five

  I woke in sea of lust and desire.  Luckily, I didn’t wake up with a hangover.  I think the giddiness from meeting Stellan had knocked out any alcohol from affecting me.  I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and didn’t curse it for reading eight-thirty.  I was excited to throw back the covers and get the day started.  A part of me begged … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Four

  I sat with Roman in my cozy corner of the bar.  It was his night off and instead of staying away from the place he worked ten plus hours a day, he was drinking the night away with vodka martinis and tequila shots. “Are you ready for your story?” he asked. “Damn skippy,” I answered, slapping my hand onto the bar.  “I love Roman … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Three

I rolled over with a stretch and a yawn.  I hated mornings yet I woke up like clockwork at the exact same time.  I could have passed out drunk at seven a.m. and by eight-thirty, I’m awake.  If I’m hung over, I force myself to return to slumber.  If I’m not, I stare at the ceiling and ponder why I’m awake.  Outside, the rain was … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter Two

bar·fly ˈbär-ˌflī noun:  Somebody who spends large amounts of time in bar          Would that definition apply to someone who works in a bar as well?  Would they be barflies or just bartenders, servers, and so on?  I’m going with the latter.  They’re a step above barfly because they’re getting paid to hang out with the real barflies. Don’t ask me if I’ve seen the … Continue reading Barfly: Chapter One