Ronnie walked into Bell Buckle. She needed groceries having grown sick of eating pasta and tuna and cereals. She bought enough to last a few days, wanting something else to do later in the week, and picked up a reusable bag at the counter with plenty of room to fit everything in.
Walking down the main street, the Guinness sign on Bar Moxy's window made her stop. As soon as she stepped inside, she was thankful. The place was dark and cool and quiet.
Ordering a pint of Guinness at the bar, the barman seemed to be in a mood. Ronnie noted his methods as the wrong way to be pouring stout. He didn't take a break a few inches from the top to let it settle, he filled it all the way up. The top was thin and flat, it didn't look anything like a priest's collar. Ronnie thanked him anyway.
Sitting in the corner with only two mouthfuls drank, Ronnie was ready leave. She wasn't sure why she had come in now but after chatting to Veronica from the clinic on the phone, she had this longing for something else that made her feel close to home. But the Guinness tasted like it was out of date and Ronnie missed having someone to drink along with. She enjoyed popping into random pubs on holidays, getting a drink or two and moving on. Sometimes, she and Patrick would ditch the day's plans altogether when they found good pints and a nice place. They would sit and drink and laugh and talk. Ronnie picked up her groceries and walked out leaving the pint, almost full, on the table.
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Meant To Be
General FictionRonnie and Zac had love all figured out until life got in the way, and when their paths cross in Tennessee, survival is the only thing on their minds. Paediatrician Ronnie Gormley told her husband they would have children when they turn thirty. No...
