“Hi, Larry. What’ll it be?” Jon wiped the counter and placed a napkin in front of him.
“Anything – as long as it has rum in it. I’ve got a day full of meetings I need to wipe from my memory banks.”
“Where’s Tony?” Chuck craned his neck and looked around the room. “He could give you a run down of the options. The guy’s a virtual encyclopedia of cocktails.”
“True.” Larry nodded towards the corner booth. “Who’s the new guy?”
Jon added a plastic stirrer to the drink and placed it on the counter. “I don’t know. He came in about an hour ago. He keeps alternating between reading the newspaper and typing on his laptop. He’s on his fourth gin and tonic, though.”
“Maybe we should go over and greet him – give him the good ol’ Friday’s welcome.”
“Nah. We shouldn’t interrupt while he’s typing. We’ll catch him when he takes a break. He can’t hold in four drinks forever.”
“Good point, Ganny.”
“So, Jon, you really closing this thing down tonight?”
“Yep. It’s time to move on.”
“Move on? But I like this place.”
“Look around. Everybody is spending all their time at the newer places.”
“Bah! I don’t like those new places – people go there to dance. I just want a place to drink.”
“Besides, it’s so loud in those places. You can hardly think, much less talk. And the beer here is better than anywhere else.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll still be selling at the weekend festivals. You can get your fix then.” Jon placed a full glass next to the almost empty one.
“Has anybody seen Wiz?” Cindy asked.
“He was here a little while ago. He said something about… going to find a donkey?”
“Check it out.” Katherine tilted her drink towards the door and nudged Maria on the shoulder.
“I suddenly feel like I’m in a Men in Black movie.”
The two men, both wearing black suits, looked around the room before approaching the bar.
“Good evening,” the first man said as he reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a badge. “I’m detective Hansen. This is detective Smith.”
“How can I help you?” Jon draped the towel over his shoulder and leaned on the bar.
“We are looking for someone.”
“Apparently they’re all down at the new clubs.” Tim pointed at the wall as if directing them somewhere. “Give me another, Jon.”
The detective looked at Tim for a moment and then directed his words back at the larger group. “We’re looking for a man. A suspect in a series of crimes…”
“Oh, we’ve had lot’s of villains through here,” Eric interrupted. “Super villains, confused villains, inept villains and we’ve had superheroes too. So I guess it balances out.”
“Speaking of super villains, where’s Icy?”
“She should be here soon.”
The detective raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry, detective.” Jon spoke up, waving his hand along the bar. “They’re all writers.”
The two detectives exchanged an incredulous glance. “Well, this guy we’re looking for is dangerous – mean.”
Everyone looked at Sonia, who up to this point had been quiet.
“You think you know this man?” The detective said.
“Huh? No. I mean… I don’t guess so. But Danni’s here.” She pointed towards the door. “I was just saying ‘hi’ to her.”
The group exchanged greetings as Danni found a seat at the bar.
The detectives looked at each other again. Both of them scowled. “Well, have you seen anyone odd around here?”
“What?” the detective raised his hands.
“Sir, we’ve seen all kinds around here. We’ve had orcs, aliens, vampires, zombies, scientists chasing kittens, trolls – I miss those trolls. We’ve even had Death himself show up a time or two.”
The officers turned to look at Jon as if waiting for an interpretation.
Jon shrugged. “He’s a fantasy writer.”
The detective sighed and looked at his partner. The partner was shaking his head and putting away his notepad. “Well, here’s my card. If you see anything… well… suspicious… I mean… related to my suspect, please give me a call.”
“Let us buy you a drink, detectives.” Steve raised his glass as he spoke. “Tonight’s the last night this place will be open. We’re all closing her down together.”
“Well, it is way past time for us to be off duty.” The detective looked at his partner who was shaking his head and looking at his watch. “Ah, I guess not. Smith here has some family event to get to.”
The place assumed an odd quiet as they watched the detectives leave.
“That was strange,” Marc said, finally breaking the silence. “Did the mustache on the quiet man look fake to you?”
“I thought the same thing.” Helen looked up from a table nearby where she had been scribbling notes.
At that time the man in the corner- who had been reading the paper during the entire time the detectives were around- stood and walked toward the group. “I want to thank you all for not mentioning me to the detectives. Certainly, you must have been curious about me as they were asking questions.”
“Yeah, a little,” Jon said. The group nodded in agreement.
“Well, I am the one they were looking for, but I assure you I’m not mean or dangerous. I’m just working on a story and they have been sent to stop me. They’ve been following me around for a week now. I can’t seem to get the ending right. They’re not real detectives.”
“I knew something didn’t seem right about those guys.”
“Don’t worry,” Jon said, pouring another gin and tonic. “You’re story is safe with us.”
“Yeah, mark the story complete and join us for a few. We’ve only got a couple more hours before closing time.”
NOTE: This story is written lamenting the closure of FridayFlash.org as the party moves to https://www.facebook.com/groups/fridayflash/. Feeling nostalgic, I’ll end it with this bit of poetry from Supersonic’s song “Closing Time“:
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits.
I hope you have found a friend.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
23 thoughts on “Closing Time”
Oh I enjoyed this Chuck!!
Thanks, Sonia! 🙂
Very cute treatment of the closing time, Chuck! Where is that donkey…?
Donkey shows up when Donkey is ready to show up. 🙂
That was totally inspired. I love that song, love that line in it. And I love the idea of a virtual place everyone hangs out in.
See you next Friday! I’m not on Facebook, but I’ll post on Twitter pet usual.
Thanks! I’m glad to hear you’ll still be FridayFlashing. 🙂 I’ve been a member of the Facebook group for a while, but I rarely post my story there. It will be interesting to see how things go without the collector bringing us all together.
I’ve got a glisten in my eye! This is a wonderful tribute and it got me wishing for that bar to have been real. Such a lively,kind and funny bunch. Better go help John search for the donkey!
See you on Facebook!
Thanks, Cindy! See you on Facebook! 🙂
Excellent send-off, Chuck! *raises glass of rum (neat)*
Cheers, Larry! I’m always appreciative of the help and feedback you’ve provided to me over the past several years.
Nice sendoff. I can’t believe it’s been six years since I met the gang.
Thanks, David! Time does fly, doesn’t it?
Loved it Chuck and what a nice way to end the collector – but remember we’ll still all be here one way or another *_^
Aw you made me a supervillain!! 😀
Seriously, that was so cool.
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This is brilliant. I really enjoyed it.
The place is closing and I missed it all together! That’s what I get for writing on desolation row…
All good things come to an end. It’s good to pay homage… and then open the new doors.
Interesting story, sir.
This got me guessing. i think you’ve mastered the craft of getting your readers hooked onto your stories. Always interesting!
Well done again!
I was wondering what would happen the entire time. I love how it’s all a metaphor tied to something happening to you in real life, and how a closing bar is related to a closing website, both of them making room for more modern inventions. I really hope blogging will never get obsolete. I will definitely sing Closing Time when that happens.
Loved it! It took me a while to catch on, having never heard of Friday Flash — it sounds super cool; wish I had before today — but the story kept me reading, and once I found out they were all writers I was hooked. The answers to the detectives’ questions are hilarious. (Well, “detectives”… And if they’re not detectives, who are they? And why are they hounding that poor writer? Something for the next installment? Or did I miss something?) And I *love* that song… “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end” — so true, so sad, so hopeful in a hopeless kind of way.
Where have you been? I miss your stories! Hopefully taking a nice long break after the A-Z craziness haha This was lovely 🙂
Visiting folks who liked my A-Z theme to let you know my pick your plot book, Armageddon, is on sale for $0.99 through Monday 🙂
Hope you are doing well!
Cool bit of flash fiction here 🙂 Love the snappy back and forth dialogue.