It was kind of late, but James walked into the Oasis Bar to grab a beer before he resigned himself to spending yet another night alone. He was surprised that the place still looked exactly as it did six years ago, when he first met his wife, Sara, who was tending bar there. It had been two years since their divorce and this was his first time back at the Oasis since then.
James took a stool at the bar and asked the bartender for a Heineken. When the bartender brought the beer to James, James asked him how long he’d been tending bar at the Oasis. The bartender thought for a moment. “I started in 2015, so around five years,” he said.
“Did you know Sara Hart?” James asked the bartender.
The bartender wrinkled his brow. “I may have met her, but I think she left shortly after I started. If I remember correctly, she married some regular customer at the Oasis, a real asshole they say.”
“Yeah,” James said. “I’m that asshole.”
“Oh, man,” the bartender said, “I’m sorry. No I didn’t really know her and definitely not you. You seem like a decent guy. How’s Sara doing these days?”
“That’s a good question,” James said. “We split two years ago.”
The bartender reached down and pulled out another Heineken from the cooler. “This one’s on the house, pal.”
James and the bartender chatted amicably for about half an hour when James looked up at the clock behind the bar. “Jeez,” he said, “it’s almost midnight.”
The bartender smiled. “Yeah, midnight at the Oasis,” he said.
James let out a big sigh, got up from the bar stool with a look of melancholy on his face, and said, “That was Sara’s and my song.”
Written for the Music Challenge from Jim Adams over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, and for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (resign).