The place was dimly lit, but he could hear the music and laughter behind the black door. Above him a sign read, “The Iron Curtain.”
He knew the password. He whispered it to the burly man at the door who nodded and let him in.
"Hey, buddy. What can I get you?" a friendly face greeted him from behind the bar.
He leaned closer and said the code word. The bartender smiled and winked. He pulled a lever under the counter, and a hidden panel slid open. Behind it, a treasure trove of liquor bottles gleamed.
"Welcome to the speakeasy," he said. "The best kept secret in town."
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Heather Holland
Heather Holland is the author of the short story "Dragonfly in Water." She also writes Simple Stories on Substack.com, and she is the main contributor to The Daily Rhyme - with Heather Holland and Special Guests.
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