A Fox at The Grapevine
She watches, spellbound, as liquid gold is poured into a glass, then served to the man at the bar. This act is repeated, except the waitress sashays around the room, delivering this luscious liquid to all who desire it, including her.
A smell is present in the air, wafting closer, then away, then closer again, until she’s sure it’s marijuana and nothing else.
Finally, when this lovely gold has been depleted for another night, the neighborhood fox guides her home. She’s thankful he knows the way, and is careful to guide her along back streets and not 27th street, where her drunken meanderings might lead her into the busy thoroughfare. His coat smells wild, and he’s a bit scroungy, but his eyes are clear and knowing.
Thank you for the lovely evening, fox and Grapevine. Until next time…
The relief she felt upon awakening was an invitation to stop at the Grapevine again. How many hours until 5:00 pm?
