BIKE LOCK

The girl leans into the bar and asks quietly, “Can I get a Jack and Coke?”

The Bartender reaches for a bottle.

“Can you make that a Jameson and Ginger?”

He starts again.

“I’m sorry. Can you make that a Bulleit and Ginger? With a lime?” The Bartender stops and looks at her. She has tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. That’s it. I swear”

The girl twirls a straw around her finger. She stares at an empty spot on the floor. She exchanges money for her drink and then moves down the rowdy row of revelers to an empty seat. And a man.


“Hey,” the man says.

The girl says, “Hey.”

And then silence – the din of the bar surrounds them. “What about all your stuff?”

“I’ll get it sometime.”


Later outside the bar, the girl unlocks her bicycle. The man walks up and takes her hand. The bike lock swings open and the girl lets go, gets on her bike, and pedals away.