Friday nights were the worst,
an odd mindset for a bartender —
it was the best money night —
but she always dreaded them.
She smiled, remembered
everyone’s drink, flirted where
necessary, was good natured with
the crass jokes and leering lushes.
Friday was when the best bands
played, It was only then, when the
music was at its best that you
might have to call her name twice.
When the ache was the worst,
and tequila would not kill the
thirst, one of the nicer drunks
might take her home, where,
if he cared to notice, there was
a guitar in the corner. But it was
only after he left, and the tears
stopped, that she would play.
Victoria Slotto offers the following prompt: Make an effort to so completely enter the persona of a character you create, whether in prose or poetry. Try to make it so real that your readers will believe that it’s really a part of your experience. I love this idea and try to do this with as few words as possible. Let me know how well you now know this character.