That Dark Bar

May 5, 2015

By sheer coincidence
They ended up
In the same dank, dark, bar
On the same dank, dark night
Sitting on two trembling old stools
Side-by-side.
By sheer luck
When the fight erupted
And the bottle flew from the drunken hand
Of the aggressor
Into the back of his unsuspecting head
The lovely lady in the sheer dress
Sitting to his side
Was a neurosurgeon.
What luck.

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