Literati! I once pulled into Nazareth. I was feeling about half past dead. Then I discovered that Nazareth, Pennsylvania, was to home of Martin Guitars so this was no place to get unstrung.
Though perhaps I would have though differently if I knew it was also the home of Diane Cresswell’s favorite tavern. Let her tell you about it, as an entry into our Wing Nuts contest
Take A Load Off was the name above the bar. Sleazy didn’t even come close to describing the building, or the so-called patrons inside. Anything that slunk into that bar could not be called human.
I’ll just have to wing it I thought. My wingman is inside waiting for me to get him out. First rule to get in was you can’t be human. And here I am, human, female, hot body with all the right accessories, an angel face that melts even the hardest of criminals into namby-pamby gutless babies, and red hair that glows in the dark. No shadow hiding for me. I have many other attributes but details can wait.
I silently stride into the bar with my badge ready… it says I can go anywhere. Smart fools let me in. Where is that sissy?
The bar flies are beyond disgusting – your worst nightmares come to life. I see my man down at the end of the bar drinking some slimy juice and jawing with… f**king hell a demon!
I ignore the fiends making rude sounds and gestures. One grabs me and down he goes. I tap the drunken human on his shoulder. He turns slowly around recognizing me through the smoky haze.
“Do I have to?”
“Yes Mr. King, it’s time to leave. You have more than enough material for your next book. Hustle or you’ll be the appetizer of the night and never get that story written. Move!”