Wednesday, July 23, 2008

[stolen title] : [Downstairs at Fitzgerald's]

The phone rang. Beyond the hubbub of the lunchtime crowd, the bartender could just make out the voice on the other end. He recognized the accent, the tone, the inflection more than the actual words, but from identifying the voice he knew what message to pass on. And so he did, preparing the tray, and sending up the least busy waitress to supervise the laying of a private table upstairs, away from the din of the diners.



reading
Mountain Park / Jay Ducharme.
No peace for the wicked / Pip Granger.

weather
wind, rain, thunder, lightening, summer

[title stolen from a short story, unread, by William Trevor]