It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by Ted Strutz–so naturally, it’s a photo of a bar 🙂
You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.
by Jan Brown
We walked into our favorite bar, to a sea of sad faces and the melancholy music of a Celtic harp.
“Hey, shouldn’t an Irish wake be a celebration?” I plugged my iPod into the speaker system, and Celtic Thunder belted out a lively folk tune.
“Ah, Liam loved Celtic Thunder. No matter how badly he was suffering with his arthritis, he always perked up when one of their songs was playing.”
“He actually danced a jig with me once!”
“This place just won’t be the same without him.”
“Even the health inspector will miss his antics.”