Hal’s Bar




The heat in Hal’s bar was oppressive.  Greasy culinary stenches assaulted her nostrils.

‘Montezuma’s Revenge’ had wreaked havoc with her digestive system from the moment her clod-hopping feet had touched foreign ground and her ox-like shoulders were burned to a frazzle.

“Oh, do make an effort!” Her slim, elegant sister moaned.

“Just for once, why don’t you put yourself in my shoes?” she screeched.  “I’m overweight, under-tall and have the grace of a behemoth.  I feel shit, look shit and can do nothing but shit!”

“I think you are beautiful.”

She turned towards the velvety male voice and instantly rallied.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.



28 thoughts on “Hal’s Bar

  1. rochellewisoff says:

    Dear Clare,

    I’d love to know where this story is headed. I wonder if she’s as overweight and undertall (love it) as she thinks she is. 😉 Great descriptions, particularly ‘greasy culinary stench.’ Well done.



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  2. Margaret says:

    He thinks she’s beautiful but he’s got to have ulterior motives. She should be careful. Nicely ambiguous story, and a great portrait of insecurity and vulnerability in the MC.


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