A Short Story
The young sailor sat down at the bar and looked at the old pub owner. She was probably in her late 60s. Her hair was dyed red, in the light of the bar lighting it looked as if a bird’s nest had gone up in fire. What was beautiful and youthful about her was her thin waist and breasts that jumped out of her white blouse.
„What’ll it be?“ She ask him with the deep voice of a long-time smoker. But he didn’t hear it at all, because he was like stoned by the look of her dark eyes.
“Do you want something to drink, young man?“ she repeated her question when he did not answer.
„Hmm, sure, something very strong please“.
She nodded and turned her back to him. Some minutes later she put a glass with a golden brown liquid in it bevor him.
„What is it?“
„Like you wanted, something strong“.
The young sailor drank it in a sip. The liquid burned into his throat down to his stomach.
„One more please“, he said. Then he saw her again. He remembered his grandma’s soft chest and how warm and cosy it was, when she hugged him and he could hear the throbbing of her heart.
„How is your name?“ he asked.
That night he slept deep. When he came into the bar the next day he met an unknown man there.
„Margot isn`t here today?“ he asked.
„Margot? How do you know her?“
„I don’t know her. I met her yesterday here at the bar“
„Yesterday? That is impossible. She died last year“
The young sailor stopped like he`s been shot. A cold shiver ran down his back.
„I am John, I have been running the bar since that time. Don’t take it so close, buddy, you must have drunk a lot yesterday and seen ghosts. … What about a cup of coffee? “