Posted by: Author | August 7, 2017

Tuesday Tales – August 8, 2017 – Business

The Tuesday Tale prompt this week for the group is business. I am still working on my thriller story set in New York.

Check out the other tales here. 


Later that evening I sat in one of my old haunts. A dingy bar off Eighth Avenue with an adult video store on one side and a strip joint on the other. Not the typical cop bar for sure. The street was s throw-back to the days before the city was cleaned up and supposedly made safe for mom, dad and the kiddoes from the Midwest to visit. Never mind the truth was that this place is still deadly. The danger is just lurking deeper into the alleys than it did in the 1970s and ‘80s.

This bar hadn’t changed in the time I’d been gone. Hell, I think the red cracked seats in the booths were here when Lincoln was president. I sipped my beer as I watched two men playing pool. One of them clearly hustling the other. No one was that dense about the game.

Eventually, the waitress brought me the greasy burger I’d ordered. With added jalapeños, thank you. It smelled like onions and garlic. Just how I wanted to spend the rest of the night. Reeking. But it would be worth it. Such a great sandwich.

In the moment my mouth watered as I put the burger to my lips, a hand clapped me on the shoulder. “As I live and breathe. Kevin Vickrey. With a grizzly bear beard. The lieutenant didn’t lie.”

“Not a grizzly. A black bear. Remember, I’ve been in the Appalachians.” I put my burger back on the plate and grinned at my old buddy. “How’ve you been, Marcus?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Black—not Grizzly—Bear.” He slid into the seat opposite me. “Why didn’t you call when you got to the city?”

“I didn’t want the complication.”

“Your friends are complications now?” Marcus raised his eyebrows at the same time he signaled to the waitress to bring him a burger like mine.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m here on business and want to get in and out as quickly as I can.”

“Business? What kind?”

I shook my head. Unsure if I wanted an officer involved. He would most likely feel an obligation to tell what I was doing to someone up the food chain.

“Prefer to keep it under wraps?” Marcus nodded. “I get that but I’d like to help if I can. Can I at least know what kind of business you’re doing?”

“Just a favor for a friend. A guy I met on the trail.”

He leaned forward. “How was that? The Trail, I mean.” He laughed. “I confess, we all took bets you’d be back almost before you got your tent pitched. Seemed a weird thing for a city boy to do. Hike the whole Appalachian Trail.”



  1. Love it! Great atmosphere.

    • thanks Vicki

  2. Nice dialogue. I can’t imagine hiking that trail but the scenery would be something. Well done.

    • thanks Susanne. My spouse and sons have done several parts of it but not me. They walk too fast for me on city streets (all are over 6′) and so I’d be left to die somewhere, trying to catch my breath. LOL

  3. Ooh, I like the intrigue of what he is about, and the setting is so REAL.

    • Thanks Flossie. I think I’ve been in a bar like that back in the day. Lol.

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