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A Town Called Rotgut
The hinges of the swing doors creak as Zack Waverley enters the Rotgut bar He stands in the doorway his huge frame blocking out the daylight ‘Hey Zack’ I cry ‘Is that a pistol in your pocket are you just pleased to see me’ His face lights up with a grin, ‘Hey sugar, have you got room for me’ I wink at him and smile at his subtle innuendo Zack was once one of my best customers Not seen him for years though he left as soon as I fell pregnant Sparks fly off his silver spurs as he swaggers over to the bar Double whiskey on the rocks, he downs it in one swig then has another double Are you read for some action I ask him, are you firing on both barrels? Zack nods his head and we head for the door to go to the old motel Suddenly there is a loud BANG and a pistol is fired Zack falls to the floor as dead as a dodo A single bullet wound to his chest My son stands there with a smirk on his face The smoking pistol in his hands ‘Sorry it had to end this way dad’ he says stepping over the lifeless body I fall to my knees and cry Oh why oh why did I lie 'Zack wasn’t yer Pa' I cried I just gave his name I should never have lied He was just a man I could never resist Guess I better tick his name off my list Jan Allison 30th July 2014 Written for A Town Called Rotgut Contest Sponsored by Jerry T Curtis
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