Tregor's Bar: A Short Story

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“My glorious hour, yeah right,” and with that said, he nearly fell on his face, grabbing the meter before hitting the ground. Holding on for support, he rocks back and forth. With a loud clap of thunder, the clouds open with a heavy pouring; a cold and clammy feeling captures the air, at the same time the rainwater bounced off his forehead down the cheek of the drunk [leaving a trail of a concealed intimate pain]. The lowly drunk pulled the cherry wine from his pocket and looked deeply into the container, temporarily satisfying his desire. “This is my glorious hour,” he established with great pride, sticking his tongue out trying to catch the raindrops. Despite the man’s condition, the choir still attempted to minister, “It is like talking to the dead,” one choir member expressed [of course, that was the consensus] as the drunken man struggled with his faculties, they made one final effort to minister to the man, ultimately they realized, it was useless [and some people just don’t want to be saved.] He was much too drunk to hear a single word they had said, so they prayed for him and headed away from Tregor’s Bar. Sitting on the wet …show more content…

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