Shawnee Tavern

Henrietta
That's my father there
why pour him more liquor?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
February 26, 2016 at 7:30 PM
I like this. It shows there is an undercurrent of unspoken emotion here.
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February 27, 2016 at 9:18 PM
I still have that image in my head of Henrietta pouring liquor in my dad's shot lass!
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February 10, 2016 at 7:45 AM
This could go in so many directions. Excellent. Pulls the reader in. Well done Robert
Heemstra Avatar
February 27, 2016 at 9:14 PM
Thank you Kelli!
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February 10, 2016 at 3:09 PM
She was doing her job. But their were a generation of fathers like this. Still this I stills so much more to so many.
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February 10, 2016 at 2:47 PM
Thank you Kelli, in truth as a child I would fetch my father from the local bar. All too often enough Henrietta would be pouring him more.
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