It Was My Mistake
A flash fiction story about a man who walks into a bar that wasn't really a bar.
Walked into a place I thought was a bar, my mistake.
Men in suits turn my way. Have I interrupted a meeting, my mistake.
My hair’s a mess. Haven’t shaved in days, my mistake.
Looking at boots covered in mud, I wished I never walked through the door. It was my mistake.
"Can I help you," someone asked.
"I thought this was a bar. I came to have a beer."
Evidently, this wasn’t that type of place, my mistake.
I grab for the knob, a rough hand gripped mine.
"Sorry son can’t let you do that."
My mistake...
Men in suits turn my way. Have I interrupted a meeting, my mistake.
My hair’s a mess. Haven’t shaved in days, my mistake.
Looking at boots covered in mud, I wished I never walked through the door. It was my mistake.
"Can I help you," someone asked.
"I thought this was a bar. I came to have a beer."
Evidently, this wasn’t that type of place, my mistake.
I grab for the knob, a rough hand gripped mine.
"Sorry son can’t let you do that."
My mistake...
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