The Mic and The Act (A Short Story)

Whiskey's On A Friday Night

This is where everybody gets the idea or concept of love wrong, son let me tell you a story of mine.

Just sit and listen to me, maybe order another glass of whisky and don't try to focus on them wannabe singers at the lounge.

This is where my story began, no better yet where my world crumbled and everything is all but smokes and ashes.

The cause of my destruction is all because of a fine lady, she was wearing an elegant red dress with a pearl necklace hanging on her neck complimenting the dress.

Everyone was in awe when she walked into the bar, every person's eye and attention is on her as if time has stopped existing.

I don't believe in destiny giving me the proper woman for marriage, so brace myself and sat next to her stool while the bartender pours her a drink.

I asked her the most cliché question a man could ask, "What brings a fine lady like you on a Friday night here?"

My God I imagined that would be the end of our conversation, dead because of my dumb question.

There was silence between us and I could hear the music getting louder,

then she laughed so loud and looked at me and said, "I like that confidence you have, look at all these fools just staring at me like a precious pearl or a rare steak. Darling it's a Friday night so I'm drinking my sorrows away and maybe be taken home by a fine man, perhaps it could be you mister?"

When she released those words out of those red lips of hers, no man would be foolish to say no.

I'm a bit peculiar kind of a gentlemen as my response gave her a wide smile, "I'd love to take a fine lady like you home, still I'd love to know your name first and perhaps buy you one of their finest drink here?"

Her smile looks as if it's either a pity smile or she finds me attractive,

I don't know but I guess it's the latter choice as she raised her hands to maybe shake hands or let me kiss them, "Well you really caught my attention, getting to know me first and buying me a drink than taking me home already. If you insist on that drink then I'll take it, for you my darling the name is Matilda."

I took a hold of her hand and kissed it gently, then I called for the bartender ordering her a drink and looked into her eyes, "Well Matilda it's a pleasure to meet you, the name's Sonny and I'll be the sunshine that you'll ever need honey."

This night was the beginning of the beautiful yet slow destruction of my world and heart.