As Jack sat at the bar, nursing his fourth Rum and Coke. A couple of guys were shooting pool, laughing and joking around. The jukebox seemed to play every song about her. As he lit another smoke, he glanced at himself in the mirror behind the bar. In the low light he looked better than in real life. You couldn’t see the wrinkles and scars of his hard journey.
He had been with her for some time, about two years. He thought she was the one, until he found out, he wasn’t the only one. “Relationships, who the hell needs them,” said the Rum inside his head.
The crowd lingered in and the more he drank the lonelier he seemed to get. He hadn’t seen her in a few weeks. About nine o-clock she arrived at the bar, looking beautiful like she always does. She sat her purse on the bar and the barkeep brought her favorite drink and of course he didn’t charge her for it.
By eleven, Jack had slowed down some. The place was crowded and he had seen enough. She was busy with a local guy, a tall lean business man. As Jack worked his way to the door, a group called the Zombies came on the jukebox. As he went to go around her date, he purposely bumped into him. Face to face he told the guy, “If she tells you "I love you" Just remember she said that to me.” Jack finished working his way to the door and stepped out on to the sidewalk. He lit up another cigarette and never went to that bar again.
Though Jack moved on, she holds a spot in his mind and heart, which no one knows about, but him; just another scar.