by John Yeo
The sad thing was he never planned what happened. I mean literally, he was drowning his sorrows, after receiving the latest rejection letter from another unenlightened, uneducated, unrealistic, uninformed publisher.
“Another Gin and Tonic. Please bartender.”
“Yes Sir, ice and lemon?”
“Yes thanks, heavy on the gin, light on the ice and just a dash of tonic. I need to make the bottle of tonic last all night.”
“Bartender, have you ever felt so shitty, that even dogs would turn their noses up at you?”
“Beg your pardon, Sir?”
“I have spent days, weeks, then months, working on a personal masterpiece of creative writing, only to be told that it is not quite right for publication, by several different ignoramuses! What do you think about that?”
The bartender shrugged animatedly as he went on,
“No-one seems to care about the hard work and the pure dedicated effort that is required to put a piece of writing together. Another gin please! No make it a double. Just a splash of tonic from my tonic bottle please, and a tinkle of ice.”
There was a huge tropical fish tank, covering a whole wall of this downtown bar, leading to a small pond on the terrace, people would sit staring at the tropical fish for hours just to relax, while taking a drink. He had never noticed this before and thought to himself, this must be where the expression, drinking like a fish comes from.
“Charge my glass again with the same please! Do you ever have dreams that get smashed to pieces, then the rude awakening to a harsh reality. I think I may just have to rewrite the whole damn thing from the beginning again!”
“Are you sure you will be OK! Sir.”
“Of course! Thanks, I’m fine, pour me another, I’m stepping outside on the terrace to get some air.”
Then he unsteadily walked outside to a table and began to curse.
The bartender then heard a splash as a large paper envelope was unceremoniously dumped into the water.
The man then turned and left the bar.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.