The Bar
He entered the bar at the far end of the boulevard. He was feeling melancholic and a tad morose for no particular reason. The bar was already bustling with a few people. But he was all alone. He was feeling the bouts of loneliness al over again. He knew he had to forget her. There was nothing else that he could do.
The bartender looked at him sitting all alone on one corner of the bar. And asked gently with a smile"Monsieur what shal I get for you?"
He smiled back and said "Whiskey on the rocks!"
