Pewter Dove ( A fictional story )

                                                                        Pewter   Dove
                                                                By;  Jessica    Singleton
                                                   A   fictional   story   that will   never  happen.




   He walked into the bar around seven twenty.  He was filled with hope and regret.  This night was the night and it had to be the one.  There really was no other answer.  She had to show up.  If  she did not show up then he would know, that no matter what she could possibly do after that would not matter.  He ordered a drink from the bar and he started to play pool with a few friends.  Two drinks later it was only eight o'clock at night and the night had really just started.  So there was no problem.  She was probably just about there.  It does take twenty minutes to get through city traffic anyway.

Around eight - thirty, he went over to the jukebox and he put in a dollar.  Then he hit 4cb.  That was Back in Black by AC / DC.  He loved that song.  It always got your blood pumping.  Eight thirty nine and he started to look over his shoulder every other second.  The swinging door had to be her that time.  But it never was.

Around nine fifty, the night was young.  Maybe it was time to move on and find someone else.  Maybe he'd meet someone new tonight.

Ten o'clock and he drank two more beers back to back.  Like a Aerosmith song  Back in the Saddle Again.  He was drinking his night by the gulp.  
This was not supposed to feel like this.  This was not supposed to be like this.  He text her about tonight.  He emailed her twice about tonight.  He left two post on her face book page about tonight.  She must have a good reason for not being here.  What in the hell could it be now?  This was too much.  Last call was only in a few hours.  Ten minutes late is one thing but what was this anyway?

The bar was filled with young beautiful people.  He saw a lot of women but none of them could make him to stop looking at the clock.

She could ruin anything just like that.  She was not even in the room to try.  His heart sunk down into his stomach and he almost fell over.  Then one of his friends pulled out a handful of quarters.  They wanted to play pool some more.

Around eleven - ten PM  he put another dollar into the jukebox and he picked 7ak.  Tha 

Music always brings back memories.  Those were songs that he owned in high school.  Although now he was not a little boy anymore.  Now he was 42 years old and he had a girl friend who was engaged to marry him a year ago.  The wedding was postponed and then just dropped in subject all together.

Why?  That was the big million dollar question.  He could not find the answer.  He was not a dumb guy.  He had an iq  of 143.    

They spent so much time together, he knew her like the back of his hands.  She loved to run on the beach in the morning.  She loved to read  Daniel Steel novels.  She loved Anne Lennox music and she loved listening to Mary J Blige music.  Her favorite food was Vegan.  She had a thing for sweaters and perfume.  Her favorite color was blue.  She could not live without her lap top or coffee from Star Bucks.  She had a dog when she was a kid named Cato.  He was her best friend.  Now she had a little lap dog and his name was Cato.  She was close with her parents but she never talked about them.  Why was that?  He did not know.  

That is when he heard the bar tender call out last call for alcohol.  It was 12 AM.  This was too much.  That meant that the bar closed in two hours.  She was not here.  If she was not here, then where was she exactly.  Slowly she had called off everything  between them without completely breaking up with him.
She did not make sense.  This was weird.  He felt beside himself and he felt lost.  Was this finally the end?  He picked up his phone and he text her again.  All night people had filled in around him to keep him company but he lived the night in a daze.  He felt drunk and he really did not have that much to drink.

Marlo his best friend walked up to him and told him that he would drive him home.  One of their other friends from high school was in town and Marlo would have to drive him home too.  Tony moved back to the city a year ago.  He was living in a condo building in the inner city limits.  They had not seen Tony in over ten years.  Tony was toast.  He had so much alcohol that he needed someone to walk him literally to the car.

Once they were all piled into the car, Tony turned around and he started to try to talk to Baul.  

Being that drunk made it difficult to hold a thought or move his lips.  By the time Tony remember how to talk, he had forgotten what he wanted to say.

" Hey B'man....  I want you to know.  I do .  If you get married.  I cannot be the bride for you.  I don't have a dress.  That and I'm not gay okay.  But I can be your best man.  Or whatever the friends do that stand up there near you. Okay man. "

" Thanks but I don't think it will be a problem. Don't worry about it okay. "

" Great because I don't know... Let me think about it. "

" Okay. "

Marlo got into the car and he started it up.  Then he drove Baul home first.  It was closer.  Then Marlo and Tony took off.

Baul went into his home.  He was tired from a long day and the alcohol.  There was no way that he could stay up.  But he had to know.  The minute he got into his house he went to his computer.  He was filled with the burst of energy.  He logged online and he looked to see where she was if she was not at the bar.
He looked at all her social media pages.
She was no where.  She just did not say anything. 

He sat there and he emailed her again;


Dear Sarah,

I went to the bar tonight.  I did not see you.  I was with friends.  They drove me home.  I am going to bed soon.  You should call me when you can.  Cause I don't know when is a good time to call anymore.   You do not seem to take my calls.  I do not know if you hear my messages.

So I love you;

Love ya
Baul  Tziami


He tried to sleep but he could not find rest.  When the sun was glaring in on him, he got up out of the bed.  He had not slept a minute all night long.  He looked at every outlet.  
She did not text.
She  did not email.
She did not write anything on face book.
She did not tweet on twitter.
He got a cup of tomato juice out of the frig.

Then his door bell rang.  He just about jumped out of his skin.  It had to be her.  As angry as he had been, now he was filled with hope.

He walked to the door and he answered it.  It was Marlo.  He let Marlo in and Marlo just started to talk away about the night before.


" Oh I got something that will make you laugh.  Oh man.... Last night after we took you home, I took Tony to that condo that he lives in right?  Okay well he has his own condo but the parking lot is set up two by twos.  If you have a condo, then your neighbor and you share this big weird space to park in.  The old guy next to him, is just an asshole who wants to start problems.  He comes outside in his robe and slippers.  He has this little snotty looking poodle.    The dog goes off barking like crazy.  Well, you remember how drunk Tony was? He could not even walk by himself last night.? "

" Yeah yeah.. "

"  Okay well the old guy starts yelling at us telling us that we cannot park there.  He says he'll call the cops and have us towed.  I dono.  Well, his dog won't shut up.  Then he says, I will have to ask you to move your car right now. "

Tony is so drunk that he says,

"  Well, mister I need to ask you to move your poodle.  I cannot walk over him.  I am too drunk.  I will trip and fall.  So you move him first. "

"I told the guy that we were only dropping Tony off.  That did not help.  Well the old guy goes over and he poked Tony in the shoulder.  He yelled and said move now.  Well tony was trying to move.  He was already trying to figure out how to step over the poodle but that poke made him fall down.  The dog was in his face barking and he threw up all over the dog.  Then the old man started to cry.  haha."

That did not make Baul laugh.  He just looked at the floor.  Marlo stayed for a few minutes and then he left.

Finally after he ate some food, Baul went to bed.  That afternoon when he finally woke up, it was dinner time.  He took a shower and got ready.  He went for a long drive out to the lake.  He sat there and he looked out over the water.  He cried and then he decided that he had to know the truth.  Even if it hurt like hell.  He was going to follow her around without her knowing.  There had to be another guy.  That must be it.  He got on his bike and he drove into town.  He got a drive through window dinner and he went home.

The next day he followed her.  She did the usual Sarah stuff.  Morning run, shower, in her car to work.  One stop on the way there for coffee.  Sarah worked at a library.  No one new went in or out.  After work Sarah went home, only long enough to change clothes.  She did not come back out of the apartment in sexy heels. She had on jeans and a shirt.  She got into her car and she drove off.  She went to a grave yard everyday.  She would sit at a grave stone for hours.  Then she would go home.  On Wednesdays, she went to a hospital.  She was in the ICU area.  He went in and he watched.  When she left, he looked to see who she was seeing.  It was her mom in the ICU.  Her dad was in the grave yard.  He died around the time, that she stopped talking to anyone in her life.

He walked up to her in the grave yard the next day.  He said "this is where you've been all this time.  Why didn't you just say something."

" I was never their child.  They adopted me.  My real mom gave me up when I could remember it.  I got a call about a year ago.  My parents were in a bad car wreck.  A drunk driver hit them head on.  My mom is in the ICU.  My dad died that night.  I don't want to know about my childhood.  I stay by their side.  I can't talk about it yet.  And bars make me sick now.  Not after..... never mind.  I am sorry but it was not the right time to have a wedding in the same month my dad died.  You know?  I love you too."

He looked at her and she was crying.  He did not mean for this to be like this.  He almost wished that she was with another guy.  The reason,  was not so he wouldn't be wrong.  The reason was because she would not be crying like this.

He bent down and he held her, while she cried. 

That next weekend, he was playing pool again.  Then the Jukebox started to play his favorite song.  No Sleep Till Brooklyn.  He looked up and there she was. 

"  I will not drink alcohol but I will stay with you.  I do not want to lose you either. "

The  End