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Rhymer’s Blog on Life
#1020058 added October 24, 2021 at 10:28pm
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Day Five of Andre’s Challenge
         I’d left the bar after having a drink created by the new bartender, needing to escape humanity as I was discovering the deeper and more disgusting cynic within myself. I was headed to my car when I realized I should call someone to come and get me, an Uber maybe. I dug into my pocket, mindful of my avoidance of social media, but the phone I’d use to call a taxi was still in the bar. I dropped my head. My body was tired, and I didn’t want to go back inside.
 
           I flung the door open and walked to the bar, stood in the corner so as not to disturb anyone. The new bartender was refilling an order, but in the time it took me to walk out and back in, Andre, owner of the pub, showed up. He was moving back and forth behind the bartender, and when he looked up, he nodded that he’d be with me in just a few minutes. I could wait.
 
           I turned and looked at the room, but nobody was looking back. Usually there were eyes on whomever had walked in, but nobody paid me any mind. I guess it was because I had just exited. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Even when I waved and nodded, though, nobody made eye contact longer than momentary, fleeting and empty validation for…what, exactly?
 
           The cynicism flowed through me, charging me like an iPhone. What made me think anything had to do with me in the first place? And what did I care? I had only come back in for my phone.
 
           The bartender finished up his order before Andre completed his task, and I thought he’d come running over. Instead, he leaned back, crossed his arm, and chatted with Andre.
 
           “Yello,” I said. No response. I waved my hand at him, but there was nothing.
 
           “I’m coming!” Andre said, and he was there before I could respond. “What do you need?”
 
           “I left my phone in here,” I said. “I’ve only been gone for about three minutes. It has to be here.”
 
           “Nope,” Andre said. “Nobody turned in a phone.”
 
           “Well, they wouldn’t be turning it in. It should still be…right here…somewhere….maybe I knocked it off back there by accident?”
 
           Andre bit his lip and bent down beyond my view, looking for my phone. While he searched, I turned back to patrons, back to those who were drinking their day away, but there was nobody there. The lights were out. I turned back to the bar, but there was nobody there, either. I spun around, but there were no lights on in the bar. The only lighting was from the streetlamps outside. I put my hand on the bar and recoiled at the feeling of the rough, charred wood. The mirror behind the bar, filmy and cracked showed the reflection of the pathetic remains, ribs of building where people once existed.
 
           But my reflection…mine wasn’t there.
 
           Did I die here?
 
 
 WC: 502
 
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