Jimmy sat alone at the small table at the dive bar in Key West. He was facing the entrance to the bar, nursing a margarita for the past half hour. He looked at his watch and wondered if his ex-wife, Jane, was going to stand him up again.
The bartender came over to Jimmy’s table and asked him if he wanted another drink, but Jimmy waved him off. The last thing he wanted was for Jane to see him drunk. Assuming, of course, that Jane even showed up.
Jimmy looked at his watch again. “Fuck it,” he said to himself, and signaled the bartender to fix him another margarita. When the bartender brought the drink over, he set it down in front of Jimmy and said, “I hope she’s worth it.”
“She talked about giving it another go,” Jimmy said. “Maybe actually getting back again.” He sighed and took a large sip of his margarita. “But it appears that she’s a no show.”
The bartender looked toward the bar’s entrance when he saw movement through the corner of his eye. “That her?” he asked Jimmy.
Jimmy looked up. “Yeah, that’s her.”
“She’s definitely worth it, mate,” the bartender whispered.
Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Susan. Photo credit: Susan Spaulding.