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Hermit Bar

by Sarah Holland

Deep in the woods, there is a small hemlock nightclub with one stool, and a surly bartender with a piece of burlap to wipe down the bar's only glass; he knows better than to ask "What's ailin' ya, Joe?" Tonight the stool is occupied by a man with a forked beard and a twig-infested vest, nursing a concoction of goat's milk and juniper berries. The wooden window slats are closed so that he need not be troubled by his own reflection in the night-glass. Two dozen other hermits are standing outside, spaced along the hillside at respectful distances, their breaths clouding the air; but they'll have to wait. Only one customer is allowed in at a time. Hermits do prefer solitude.

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Sarah Holland, author of Werehome, lives in Maine. People who read her fiction often go on to lead very normal lives.

4 comments:

Marie Mosley said...

Another well crafted six. Love your sixes, Sarah!

Ian said...

"a man with a forked beard and a twig-infested vest"

Lovely stuff, very original. Nice six!

Madam Z said...

Sarah, you have the most delightful imagination! A one-customer-at-a-time bar for hermits. What a concept! And you described it perfectly. I hope you don't mind if I use your idea for my next business venture...

Joe said...

What a charming and ethereal story. It is so creative and orginial as Ian said. Wonderful. Totally convincing.