“Pick a card,
any card.”
J.P. Morgan*
#quote
The way into a
man's heart is through his blood vessels. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
It's Always
Rainy In Philadelphia
The old barkeep
sat in his car on the road near his bar in Philadelphia. The rain
poured. Heavy. The water started rising on the street. It'd been a
long time since it'd rain this hard this many days in a row. The
water only started to get this far into town.
“Damn.” He
then pulled out his cellphone and called a dear friend, and his
business partner. “David? The flood's going to hit our bar. Hard.”
“Why would
that matter Sam? We've owned that bar for decades, this isn't the
first flood we've had, we'll just rebuild it. We've got insurance.”
His friend laughed. The less serious of the two, Sam went through
every one of their problems with a smile on his face. He'd get tough
when he needed to, but Sam managed to keep everyone at their business
from losing their head.
Sam then
replied, “David, we've been working at this awhile.” The water
continued to rise little by little. “We're past retirement age, and
I think we've just been working on the bar because it's all we've
known for so long. I want to just let the flood take it and use the
insurance money to add to what retirement we have. Let the bar go. Or
if we repair the bar, we just sell it. I just want to move on.”
David's took a
full minute to respond, and he did so in a voice filled with both
sadness and happiness. “Yeah, we should move on.”
Sam started to
drive away from the bar, leaving it behind to be wrecked by water
while he found higher ground. He wasn't sure what he'd do with the
last parts of his old life, but he knew he wouldn't forget all those
decades the bar he owned.
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