The drive from Pasadena to the bar is made on autopilot, her vision blurry from tears spilling down her cheeks.
The dark surrounds Delaney as she arrives at the empty bar it was suppose be open but due to the rat situation she decided it needed to stay closed until the little monster is caught.
Tears continue to fall her face as she exits her Bronco. The day being long enough already but more is still to come. The heels she is wearing sinks into the [type of white gravel found in the valley] with each step towards the front door. The quiet surrounding the bar calming to the senses; the crickets serenading the night with their sweet melody the wind blowing against the tall grass making it sway and sing.
The jingle of keys adds to the night noise as she unlocks the door leading into the bar flipping on the lights before making her way through the tables and upturned chairs further into the building.
Her keys are quickly chucked on the bar as she kicks of her black spike heels, rubbing her ankles due to the height and enduring the smarting all day, and jumps on to the bar then sliding off on the other side snagging a bottle of bourbon whiskey to relax her.
With one hand on the bottle while the other reaches in her skirt pocket for her phone. Music fills the bar, blaring from the tiny speakers of her device, when the phone is laid on the bar top country pop reaches every corner by the time she is on the other side of the bar.
Her plan to get the bar clean and organized at the forefront of her mind as she lift the box closest to her and taking a draw from the now opened bottle.
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THE LOST CAUSE BAR #wattys2017
RomanceDelaney, a woman despairing over unreliable people, leaves everything behind for a night. Her sights are set on leaving the area but her dream, of owning and running something, might be more realistic than she thinks. The night becomes better than...
