Little bar
The rain was pounding on the tin roof above the tables where people went out to enjoy a smoke with their drink. There were two light bulbs on a board attached to the tin roof, one of them was burnt out. The tables they had set up to sit on were full of graffiti and carvings. There was 4 almost empty ash trays and cigarette butts covering the ground. I stirred my drink a bit and took a long drag of my Marlboro light. Feeling a little rebellious, I took my cigarette and dabbed it out into the ashtray, which around here seemed like the odd thing to do. I reentered the building through some rickety screen door that had definitely seen better days. I wondered to myself if that door would even lock at the end of the night to keep out intruders. Then again, who would want to intrude into this dump? I’d been stuck here for 3 days, not the bar but, the town. My BMW needed some work done and this is about all the further I could get before being forced to stop. Unfortunately, the local mec...