The Tavern Stop
by Gearhead
I walked into the dark tavern after midnight. The last call was in a couple of hours. There she sat waiting for her biker knight in the corner. I sauntered over and sat down next to her. “What is your name Doll.”
“My name is Mariah,” she muttered, her red lips glistened. “What is yours big man?”
“They call me Texas Red.”
“Your mother not like you or something?” She asked.
“I was named after a famous outlaw by my Dad.” I then bought us both whiskeys. We toasted to our friendship. I put my hand on her thigh and the rest is history.
(publication dated 26-Apr-2024)
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If you are wondering why this story is so short–well we are running a contest since last year– a fiction contest with 100 word limit. Have a look at https://www.bikernet.com/pages/Bikernet_100_Word_Fiction_Contest_2024.aspx
