Angry Man with a Beard.

Angry Man with a Beard 

Lisa Williams   

A Beer

It was Friday night. He had a creased brow, a magnificent mane and a lot to say. I watched him across the room from behind my pint. Then he stopped, looked over towards our table. I dropped my gaze. Cheeks coloured at being caught staring. I didn’t want to feel his wrath.

"He’s coming over!" mouthed my ventriloquist friend as she drained her bottle of beer then said out loud “Right, I’m off.”

I woke early on Saturday. Remembered the crowded bar. The attentive audience to his heated words. I ran my finger along his unfurrowed brow and he purred.

 About the author 

Lisa Williams.  Avid reader. Domestic Slattern. Writes a bit