I didn’t quite make it to one a week. I’ll work on that. Here is my second attempt at a writing prompt please enjoy and share.
Writing Prompt from Writers Digest:
You’ve been going to the same bar every night for the past five years. In fact, you’re such a regular that when you enter the, the other patrons yell your name and the bartender already has your drink waiting for you. But then one Friday you arrive and no one seems to recognize you,…
He stood outside his favorite bar, the one only a few blocks from his apartment. Sometimes it felt more like home than his own home did. Not tonight though. Last night must have been a bad one. Could only imagine the fool he had made of himself. He remembered going there last night after work. It had been a hard day, his late wife’s mother had called him at work demanding to come over and get some of her daughter’s things from their old home.
He had come in to drown the memories of that tragedy and seemed to have done it, because he couldn’t remember how he got home. He just woke up in his bed a few hours ago. Thank God this Friday the office was closed, or he would have missed work and probably been fired.
Sighing he decided to get it over with, the heckling from the other regulars, and his apology to Mac, the bar owner. He walked in and no one called out to him, maybe it was worse than he feared. He looked around recognizing many faces. They watched him with curious looks on their faces. It was almost like they were leery of him, worried about what he would do or why he was there.
“Hey Mac.” He sat down in his regular chair, he was glad it was in the far corner of the bar where he could see the entire room. He was getting a little creeped out by the looks he was given. What the hell had he done last night? The bar tender nodded but didn’t say anything. Aiden lowered his head, it was so bad Mac didn’t even want to talk to him? He just waited for his usual drink.
It took ten minutes before Mac finally looked at him. “You gonna order or just sit there kid?” He asked as he cleaned a glass. Aiden looked at him curiously. Mac hadn’t called him a kid in five years, not since he first started coming to the bar.
“I’ll get a bottle of Cores.” He answered when Mac brought it to him he gave a nod and walked off to serve another costumer, not bothering with small talk and not giving him a chance to apologize. This got Aiden annoyed “hey, I know I must have been a mess last night, but was it so bad that you’re not even going to talk to me today?” He called across the bar.
Mac turned to look at him confusion on his face. “What are you talking about kid? I’ve never seen you before.”
Aiden looked back shocked “Mac are you okay? It’s me Aiden, I’ve been coming here for five years. The last two years I’ve been here almost every night.” He looked around the bar bt no one was paying attention to him. “Carl, why’s Mac acting like he doesn’t know me?” He called to a man playing darts on the far wall.
Carl turned “how the hell do you know my name?” he asked angry already.
“This isn’t funny.” Aiden said getting angry himself. “Just because you’re mad about my behavior last night doesn’t mean you need to act like you don’t know me.” Both men looked at him like he was crazy. “What the hell is going on?” He demanded getting up from his stool. “Dan, you know me right?” He grabbed a man playing cards pulling him up. The guy shoved him away mumbling about crazy people. They all looked at him like he was crazy. Aiden stumbled to the door shoving it open. He blocked his eyes from the bright sunlight. It was just night when he went in, what the hell?
A loud screech and high pitched noise had him coving his years. “Damn it. I told you it wasn’t ready. Get the human out of there, he’s going to have to stay in a different enclosure until we fix this. Make him forget and keep him asleep until we are ready.” A loud voice could be heard but Aiden couldn’t see anyone. It was like a booming voice from the sky.
Two people from the bar came out. They touched their belts and hey no longer looked like they had moments ago. They now had green scaly skin, tails that whipped behind them and an extra set of arms appeared from their torso. Their faces had deep-set eyes and their mouth was a bit elongated, not like a dog but certainly not human.
Aiden screamed, the taller one laughed. “That’s what our people will be doing when we finally get you on display.” The scenery around them blinked and went out. Aiden found he was in a room surrounded in glass. There were planks of wood covering the windows at the moment.
“Now take this like a good human.” The shorter one said holding out a needle and syringe. “We want you to believe you are still at home on Earth. That way our customers get to see a human in their natural habitat.” Aiden blinked and backed up until he hit a wall. “Don’t worry. We have plans to bring a female human later. You won’t be alone for long.”
The tall one laughed again “he wouldn’t know he was alone anyway. He’s going to think he’s still at home enjoying life. He will never know that he’s with us.”
The alien’s lunged at him holding him against the wall while he thrashed trying to get away. They were much stronger than he, however, and soon had stuck him with the needle. As darkness closed in on him he found himself wondering if anyone at the bar at home would notice him missing. Would any one care? He knew by the time he woke up he would forget all this, they would fix their hologram and he would think he was on Earth. That was the most terrifying idea of all.