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Sep. 8th, 2013 01:05 pmEach Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
He finds The Roadhouse when he’s in his early twenties, travelling from one army base to another with a buddy of his. The jeep they’re travelling in breaks down after just three hours of driving and when they try to hitch a ride, there’s only room for one in the truck that pulls to the side for them. They flip a coin, and Eliot loses.
He’s been walking for over two hours in blistering heat that would have made him ill if he hadn’t already completed a tour in even worse conditions when he spots the bar. It looks a little rundown, as though there isn’t much money around to keep it completely up to scratch, just like every other bar Eliot’s usually frequented. Today, though, it doesn’t matter what it looks like: it’s a bar, which means there’s shade, a seat and a beer waiting for him inside.
He finds The Roadhouse when he’s in his early twenties, travelling from one army base to another with a buddy of his. The jeep they’re travelling in breaks down after just three hours of driving and when they try to hitch a ride, there’s only room for one in the truck that pulls to the side for them. They flip a coin, and Eliot loses.
He’s been walking for over two hours in blistering heat that would have made him ill if he hadn’t already completed a tour in even worse conditions when he spots the bar. It looks a little rundown, as though there isn’t much money around to keep it completely up to scratch, just like every other bar Eliot’s usually frequented. Today, though, it doesn’t matter what it looks like: it’s a bar, which means there’s shade, a seat and a beer waiting for him inside.