When my third pint was set in front of me that evening I asked if there was any truth to the rumour, but all I got was a shrug and a smile I wasn’t sure how to interpret. I looked over again at the photo, and it came to me: If it was true, and the place closed, what would happen to a thing like this man’s photo? Would someone take it home? I realize a photo is just an image, but in this case it was an image that’d been invested with a particular meaning …
Bio:
Joe Davies’ short fiction has appeared in Prism, Grain, the Dalhousie Review, Oyster River Pages, the Dublin Review, and previously in ºÚÁϳԹÏ×ÊÔ´ Quarterly. He lives in Peterborough, Ontario, and sadly and somewhat ironically his favourite bar in the centre of that town did close shortly after this piece was written.