A Little Bit Like Love
Bev Vines-Haines
Doorknobs Winner
Pinky Iverson stared at the man on the barstool.  She focused right on his crotch.  He noticed and looked a little awkward.  But he didn’t move away.  She admired that.  Cut to the chase was her motto.  It was 1:00 AM; she was the only woman left in the bar and if the song was even half right she would be looking pretty good to him about now.  He’d come in on a fishing boat.  Pointed out his choice to the bartender, so he didn’t speak English.  All the better.  Looked about 20.  Maybe 22. Pinky was 35.  Give or take.  She enjoyed young men who had been on a ship for a few weeks.  She got up, straightened her miniskirt and joined him at the bar. “How you doing?” she asked his crotch. He stammered.  Actually blushed.  She put her hand on his shoulder and motioned to his drink.  “Want another?” He nodded. “It’s hot,” she said, patting his thigh.  “What’s it like where you come from?”  She didn’t wait for a reply.  “I got air at my place.  And a cold beer.” Heat flamed from him.  His eyes went kind of liquid.  “Ohhh.  You like our local warming.”  She smiled They drank their last drinks.  Pinky played country songs on the Juke Box.  They danced slowly and the night air wrapped them in something that felt a little bit like love.  When the bartender dimmed the lights, she took the young man’s hand and led him out the door.

First published: August 2016
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