I'm Not Here

I was in a hotel in Dublin. I went up to the woman behind the bar and asked for a drink. Her reply surprised me.

"I am not the woman behind the bar."

I was thinking about this when a song came on the radio.

"The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe

They call the wind Mariah".

A golden oldie but because I do not have a name, I thought Mariah would probably suit me. So that is how I introduced myself to Liam.

"So tell me, Mariah, where do you come from?"

I don't come from anywhere. So I gave him a kiss. He probably thought I was being a bit forward.

By the end of the evening, as a matter of course, we adjourned to Liam's room.

On the way out, I said, "Good night, Joe," to the fire.

All good things come to an end. In the morning I had my name, address and job again. Still I had enjoyed being Mariah.


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Derek McMillan is the editor of #worthingflash and the author of the "Brevity" series. At an authors' fair in Crawley, I was promoting the idea of audio stories. Most of us don't have a printing press in the shed but an audio book can be produced with just a laptop and a decent microphone. Record the stories on the laptop (Audacity software is very good for this and it is  free) and burn them to the CD.

Simples!

 

 

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