Last Wednesday at Sue’s Place – Part 13

Bobby and the bartender walk out the rear exit of the bar. Immediately, Bobby notices his truck parked next to the dumpster. He pats his pockets and realizes his keys are gone. As they approach his truck, each step becomes more difficult, fear comes in sickening waves, the air feels thick, it’s difficult to breathe.

The bartender stops about five feet from the back of Bobby’s truck. He makes a sudden turn to Bobby, gets real close, presses his lips to Bobby’s ear . . .

“Be cool son, be cool.” He whispers.

Bobby continues to walk, closer and closer to his truck. He grabs the tailgate, barely catching himself as the sight of two blood soaked bodies knocks the wind out of him.

The bartender lights a cigarette as Bobby turns to him, his pale lips trying to form a word, any word.

The bartender lifts his hands in front of him, shrugging his shoulders.

“What? I told you I took care of it. She would have turned on you boy, in a heart beat . . . and her husband, shit, ain’t nobody gonna miss him. They both had to go. Just the way it is. You can thank me later.”

The bartender flicks his cigarette and takes a drag, looking Bobby up and down. “Now I thought you were better than this. Look at you boy, all trembling and shit, breathing heavy. Looks like you’re about to piss yourself. Well god damn, if this bothers you then I recommend you DO NOT look in the dumpster. Know what I’m sayin’?” The bartender winks at Bobby and gives him a big ol’ shit eatin’ grin.

The blood rushes back to Bobby’s cheeks. His expression turns from pale to black. The color gone from his eyes, he is on top of the bartender. His hands squeeze tighter and tighter around the bartender’s neck. Spit flies from Bobby’s mouth- YOU STUPID . . . FUCK . . . WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO . . . WHAT THE FUCK . . . WHAT . . . DID YOU . . .”

Bobby beats the bartender’s head against the ground, over and over. Gasping for air and flailing his arms, the bartender is suddenly still. Everything is still. Bobby lets go of the bartender, stands straight and wipes the sweat from his face. Staring at the lifeless body, he remembers the gun he keeps in the glove compartment of his truck.

Bobby takes a deep swig from the bottle of Rolling Rock and tosses it to the ground. He stands beneath the soft glow of a neon sign and looks up at the words- Sue’s Place. His eyes close and head shakes at the sight of Earl’s truck still parked in the otherwise empty front lot.

With one last look at the sunrise, Bobby opens his mouth, slides in the barrel of the gun, lets out a long exhale and pulls the trigger.

Last Wednesday at Sue’s Place – Part 1

122 thoughts on “Last Wednesday at Sue’s Place – Part 13

  1. I knew it, I knew IT! Damn it, Bobby! That was an amazing story… I would’ve blown up the truck and called it in pretending I never knew the dastardly bartender… but I don’t think Bobby was a very motivated individual… hanging at Sue’s Place like a regular Joe. So, it fits! Great story. Sad it had to end. ~Kim

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  2. Hmm, cool. 😀 I anticipated something like this. However, I hoped that Bobby will somehow manage to get some courage and actually go in a killing spree. I didn’t see the suicide coming. Well played sir, well played. 😀 I am tipping my hat to you Commander and I salute you for your stellar work on this story. 😀

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      1. We have very different styles. I envy your ability to be so descriptive in your writing. That is an area I am trying to improve upon. There is also something about your writing, that I can’t quite put my finger on, that makes what I just read seem very familiar to me.

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      2. Thank you very, very much. I have been experimenting with my style of writing for around eighteen years. I always wrote, but 2000 was the year when I decided to dedicate myself to growing as a writer. It’s interesting what you say because I see your writing as descriptive (for instance, I have felt present in the bar in your stories), and I have long criticized myself for being unable to describe things, for instance to describe the details of a bar.

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  3. never ever would have seen that coming. what a superbly tragic ending. i was really rooting for bobby, and it seems that you were as well. of course, the hero can’t always ride into the sunset (although up until the last moment, i thought he would take earl’s truck and make a run for it). thanks for sharing such an thrilling story.

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  4. Stories! This is it? This is it for Bobby? You did tie everything together nicely. All the key players are dead or missing, and the missing are probably dead too, should we look in the dumpster? Great story, wonderful dialogue, and very captivating throughout. This could so be a Netflix Original Series. What’s next? ~ Mia

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  5. Great story all the way through… hell of an ending… it is sad that is the way he had to go… but people survive gun shot wounds to the head every now and then… that’s what I’m holding out for… can’t wait for the next story…

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  6. Holy… something Batman.
    Change it to a script and send it somewhere! This needs to be seen. Starring roles I am thinking Samuel L Jackson as the nutso bartender, someone like Juliet Lewis as the woman, someone painfully tormented looking like James Franco as Bobby and I dunno… I’ll think of someone for the sheriff. I am telling you. Do it and remember me!!!!!
    Excellent, gripping writing.

    Now. Some poetry please 😉

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  7. finally got time to read this awesome story in one go.
    So… i’m kinda speachless but all I can say is:
    throughout the story, i was like “wait, what the-” and couldn’t resist to read ahead, and the ending just tell me what the– it all was in a way that I cant even!!!
    The thrill was way to engrossing and I really like how everyone just dies in the end… I was like,”ookay! so THAT’S an ending, all dead,”
    Nice one!
    Any plans on writing a whole book? because I’m up for reading!!

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  8. Oh shit, I didn’t see that coming! I thought…well, I don’t know what I thought. But Bobby was never going to get out of that mess, so I guess a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
    Excellent writing…great story. I enjoyed.

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      1. You’re welcome! When I started reading, I didn’t want to stop until I finished. It’s a good story and you told it well; I could picture the whole thing. And I’m beginning to wonder about the pickup in the parking lot…just where is Sue and that guy? Does the bartender know? Hmm…

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      2. It is very likely Sue and Earl were killed by the bartender on the very first night of the story. It’s also very likely the psycho bartender had their bodies stashed in the walk in cooler until the final night of the story. Thursday is garbage day. Don’t look in the dumpster.

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      3. It smells too bad to look inside, flies are buzzing around…and is that dried blood smeared on the side of it? And God knows what would happen to me if the bartender saw me peeking. I’ll steer clear of it.

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  9. Hello Sir…I just LOVED this mystery!!! One hell of a story, so well written. What an ending…didn’t see that coming!!! The characters were great. Your writing has so much atmosphere, don’t really see that as often anymore. So looking forward to your next short story! I don’t know if you are published in the bookshops, if you are not, then it won’t be long!

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