Running to Somewhere

Every time he thought about her he wanted to cry then anger took over then the feeling of total loss, loss of a good friend and a girlfriend. All he knew was he had to get out get away from them as far as he could travel. He fought down the feeling of self doubt; had he done the right thing? He took his frustrations out on the road, taking the curves at a high rate of speed then letting the car out on the straight-aways. He was a good mechanic he knew what she could do but still he was pushing it. It was probably a good thing he stopped in The Glen for a bit of tucker and a beer.

Johnny Ryan pulled in front of Millie’s,  hot and sweaty now that he was standing still without the wind blowing over his face. He wiped his forehead on his sleeve and went inside the tavern.

"I’ll have a VB," he stated to the bartender

Andy set the wire rack of glasses down under the bar and looked up, "Sure," he pulled a can out of the cooler, " Need a glass?"

"Nah, that’s fine." Johnny took a long drink from the can, "Hey can you tell me where I am?"

"Yeah, you’re in The Glen," answered Andy with a smile, "not a bad place to be; need a menu?"

"Menu…yes."

"Where’re you from?" Andy asked handing him a menu and being busy behind the bar.

Johnny looked up over the menu, "The middle of nowhere, I’m from nowhere."

Andy tilted his head drying a glass, "Welcome to somewhere, what’ll you have?"