Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in 200 words or less.
© A Mixed Bag
Quiet Afternoon At The Pub
“The White Horse?”
“Sure” Kerry replied, Welsh accent stronger in-country.
“Gonna drink me under the table?”
“As if you drank. Be nice to just sit and chill. Don’t have a gig until tomorrow.”
Chris halted; regarded the bassist.
“Drew the short straw, huh?”
“Yeah, well,” Kerry grimaced. Their band mate, Jay, made Chris-Patrol look easy.
With a laugh, Chris headed into the Pub, settling at the end of the bar. The bassist ordered a pint. Chris water.
“Butts gonna think you’re a pussy. Drinking water in a pub.”
“You brought the Pub into the picture. If I’m a pussy, you’re a pussy.” Paused, then asked, “So what?”
“Just checking…making sure you’re okay.”
“On the daily check-in front, I’m fine.”
“You sure?” They didn’t need Chris dropping into one of his depressions this early in the tour.
Three men started to tune up; fiddle, tin whistle and Crwth.
Before long, both rockers were lost in the music.
Crwth- a Welsh form of stringed lyre which is played with at bow and which has a range of just one octave.