Rosemary Lewis

The Journey

The rain was pounding on the window as she struggled to get everyone out of the bar; last call was always challenging on a Friday night and tonight proved no different. Finally the last customer left and she locked the front door. Normally she would start washing the tables but instead she fell into a chair and began to sob. The night had really taken it out of her, the past year had really been a shit show and she could hold her fraught no more.