Friday's Lady.

The warm ambience greeted me as soon as I entered Geoffrey's. What greeted me warmer was that deep, seductive voice coming from that dynamic figure firing the stage with some real jazz.. almost as if she expected my entrance in the precise moment she looked towards me to wink with that smile that knew I'd come back. I hung my satin tie lower, and walked ahead, carrying an air of complete arrogance, which apparently had an appeal. Or so I'd been told.

I walked to my dear friend, the bar tender.
"Same old?" he asked with a friendly smile.
"Always the same."
"Isn't gin a little over rated in your cocktail vocab, my friend? My fair lady's a drink that's killed your taste buds, I'm afraid" he said, handing me my glass.
"Oh no no, not at all Peter. Both my Fair Ladies keep me just as fine,throbbin' and alive" I said, waving my toast to the lady on stage.

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As she shifted the mood of the approaching night from Miles Davis to Malinda DeRouen.. I slow danced with my sixth peg to It might as well be spring .. Slowly as the familiar faces of the regulars at the bar became blurred stories in the background of the story of my life that danced to the fading evening, my eyes closed- only seeing her smile through the curtains of my eyes kissing my pupil blind, only hearing her smile from the deligate and careless progression in the intonation of her voice that fell like honey in its beautiful golden dress, melting to the distinguished taste of an admirer's.

.......And just as the piano played the last note to end the song that she sang, subtly writing me a message on the diary of my heart, there ended yet another love story that started every Friday evening and ended every Friday night when the lights of Geoffry's were turned off....

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A short fiction that found its way... after a long time..
Awaiting all your feedbacks as usual :)

-Nil.