This is my short story about a woman who finds the love of her life. Woman’s weekly magazine is a suitable publication for this story.
“Hey Joe, the usual I presume?” A young barmaid yelled as an attractive man in his early forties walked into the ‘Red Lion’ pub. He approached the bar. His electric blue eyes steady on hers.
“And what would that be, my dear?”The barmaid rolled her eyes jokingly, as she reached down for a glass from beneath the bar.
“Joe, you’re a funny man”, she grins at a not so amused Joe, who is still keeping a fixed eye on her. “Anything up?” she said curiously.
“Yes, as a matter a fact there is”. “oooh what is it Joe”, she looked excited at the thought of gossip.“Well you’ll have to come closer”. The barmaid raised her eyebrows slightly. “So I can tell you”, he finished. She slowly leaned over the bar, subtly pushing her chest out. “Closer”, Joe said in a deep whisper. As she obeyed, he leaned in, taking in her flawless skin and emerald eyes. With his index finger and thumb he placed them on her soft chin, she didn’t hesitate. He slowly turned her face to the side. He leaned his face into hers. The stubble of his beard grazed her cheek, sending chills down her spine. His lips parted and his spoke deeply into her ear, “Don’t forget the ice”. He said coolly as he stood back up, leaving the barmaid looking lost in thought, bent over the bar. “Right, yeah… ice”, she blushed immediately as she stood up. Joe watched her with a slight smile as she prepared his scotch on the rocks with a twist. “Can you put it on a tab, Hun,” he said coolly walking to a table by the window.
“Sure”, she responded weakly. The barmaid stared at Joe briefly; she had never seen him so intense before. Sure, he was only asking for ice, she thought, but what man can do that and raise the tiny blonde hairs on the back of her neck. After that encounter she looked at Joe differently. He suddenly caught her gaze, and she smiled sweetly, like a teenager with her first crush. Oh God it’s happening she thought, gripping the bar to support her weakened knees.
Stacey, the barmaid, had worked at the ‘Red Lion’ for longer than she had imagined. Starting out as a waitress while she was at school, she only planned to work there until she got A Levels and then off to university, far away from the tiny village of Wimbish as possible. However when she failed her exams, there was no university waiting for her, and she remained in Wimbish and the ‘Red Lion’. Now a barmaid and a waitress, mid 20’s, with insanely beautiful eyes, Stacey lived for the chat up lines from the older punters. She believed that Joe had shown his true colours just at the right time, and she was sure with her expertise in this area that she would not be saying goodnight to Joe but good morning.
“There’s a story behind their dear”, a woman, now sitting at the bar, interrupted Stacey’s daydream.
“Excuse me?” Stacey blurted, a little louder than she intended. The woman nodded in the direction of Joe, who was now studying the front of The Times. “What do you mean?” She asked curiously.
“Well I would advise not to get involved with the likes of Joe”, the woman said as she casually took a sip from her tonic water.
“Okay”, Stacey spoke slowly, clearly this woman is jealous or something, she thought to herself. The woman had curly auburn hair, and a face that you could tell used to be full of youth and happiness. However, now exhaustion could be seen written by the track of lines indented in her forehead. Each wrinkle resembled a piece of jigsaw, in which the final piece, the last battle will be shown on her face tonight….