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Hotel Bar

I can’t answer anymore.

He stabbed the cork and twisted clockwise. “Patience. They’re here only one night. You, a month.”

Pop, pour.

Time stops in a hotel.

A stranger arrived next to me. “Where’re you from?”

Yet again, I answer.

Pop, pour.




Answering the ultimate question: Have all your clocks stopped?




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    1. Aw, you're my biggest fan! I can't commit to the challenge grid, but I can get on board with 42 words. :)

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  2. This was good. Made me laugh a few times but it was good.

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    1. Thanks! I still think about some of the characters at that bar and laugh.

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  3. I read this twice through. The monotony! Liked it very much.

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    1. Thank you! Yes, the faces changed but they were still all the same.

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  4. I liked this too. Time would stop in that situation.

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    1. Thanks. A time warp, indeed!

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  5. "Pop, pour." There's a persistence to this, a visual hit, that is so powerful.

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  6. Can I get a beer instead? Something about all those corks being popped is disconcerting... ;-)
    A great take on the prompt. I've never stayed in a hotel for longer than a couple days, but I can definitely see how time would seem to stand still for those who stayed longer.

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    1. It's a lot of corks for sure... ;) Beer it is. I was there long enough to see the pull change from Sam Adams Cold Snap to Summer Brew!

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  7. I love that, as bored as she is, she keeps coming back to the bar. I can imagine that the repetitive "pop, pour" would be maddening after a while. Fun little story - thanks for linking it up!

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    1. Thanks! I felt "tick-tock" in "pop, pour" the minute I read the prompt.

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  8. This story reminds me of the best hotel bar nyc where I met my future wife and the conversation began the same way, “Where are you from?” The way she smiled I knew she was the one.

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