Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo by Kent Bonham made me think of the way that certain streets and neighborhoods light up after dark, especially in the wee hours of the morning. I hope you enjoy the story, as well as the “historical” musical treat that follows.
by Jan Brown
There were only three after-hours places in our neighborhood: a hookah lounge, a disreputable dive bar, and Alice’s Restaurant. Like the one in Arlo Guthrie’s song, the restaurant was run by a fun-loving, aging hippie.
Robert, my longtime boyfriend, was a handyman who bartered his work for Alice’s food and booze.
Last night, I dropped into Alice’s at 3:00 a.m. and found myself to be the only customer. There were no cooks, no sounds of the sizzling grill—just lovers’ moans from the back office. And Robert’s voice, “Oh, God!”
Now there are only two after-hours places in the neighborhood.
Here is the promised musical “extra.” For aging hippies and other readers of a certain age, you may enjoy the following as an amusing trip down memory lane. For readers of a younger generation, consider this an educational video!!! 🙂
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