Music Challenge — Midnight at the Oasis

8AA12469-70CF-497B-B6AB-8D539E6B5D2CIt 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).

Friday Fictioneers — Burn Notice

5DBF7CB0-665E-4630-A4A8-C006159A7214He’s late, Susan thought. She looked at her watch. 11:10 pm. She picked up her phone and opened his text message. “Urgent. 11:00 tonight. The usual place,” it said. She looked up at the fountain, the famous Lotus Fountain, the “usual place,” and wondered if something had gone wrong. It’s unlike him to be late, she thought.

Her phone vibrated. It was a text. “We’re burned,” it said. “Get to the safe house now. Meet you there.”

Susan stood up, looked around and rushed to her car. She didn’t see the shadowy figure coming up behind her until it was too late.

(100 words)


Written for today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: David Stewart.

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — May 29

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 29th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally published on May 29, 2010 on my old blog. We were still living back east when this took place, but we would shortly be moving to San Francisco.

Batman Returns

B7513E75-04DC-4CD1-804C-A1B14E5F7FD4Last fall I spent a considerable sum of money for what is known as a “bat exclusion.” A bat exclusion is a process designed to remove all bats from a property and to plug all possible entry points for future generations of bats. This process was initiated for our 110 year old Victorian-style home after we discovered a bat flying around overhead in the master bedroom. As a precautionary move, we had to undergo a series of painful rabies shots. It’s not that either of us was bitten by the bat or that the bat flying around the room had rabies. It was a just in case kind of a thing.

I also engaged Leo, aka “The Batman,” the guy who performed the bat exclusion, to install a bat condo (see the photo below) in our backyard so that the bats, in search of a place to hang out (literally) during the day, would go to the bat condo rather than seeking out the comfort of our attic.DB6B9945-6388-45AF-86C9-6535F8033FA5By the way, even though Leo is often referred to locally as “The Batman” because he specializes in bat exclusions, he is nothing like any of the various actors who have portrayed Batman in the movies. He actually more closely resembles The Penguin than Batman.

So what a surprise it was the other day when my wife heard our cat running around like a mad person (or a crazed cat), making a racket in our entry foyer. She discovered that he was pawing at and playing with some kind of creature. She called out to me and, of course, I came running to see a dark brown blob on the lower landing of the stairway.

At first I thought the critter was a mouse. Then it looked almost like a frog and I wondered how a frog got into our house. But then it spread its wings and attempted to fly, not very successfully, as the cat must have inflicted some harm to its flying ability. My wife grabbed the cat and I grabbed a plastic bag into which I scooped up the wounded bat, took it outside, and dumped it on our front lawn.

What I should have done, though, was put the wounded bat in a cardboard box and taken it for testing to see if it had rabies. I don’t know if, in the processes of toying with its prey, our cat may have been bitten by the bat…or if he may have bitten the bat. And not knowing if the bat had rabies, my wife and I ended up taking the poor cat to the vet to get a rabies booster shot. He wasn’t very pleased by that experience.

The Batman is now scheduled to come back to our house on Tuesday afternoon to see if there are any new signs of bats hanging out in the attic or elsewhere in our house.

I wonder if there are bats in San Francisco.

FOWC with Fandango — Resign

FOWCWelcome to May 29, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “resign.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.