Bar Fly [ Certified ◉ ]

Arthur went back to his silence. He wasn't just "infesting" the bar; he was guarding it, making sure the people who flew in didn't get stuck in the web.

Arthur didn't give him a lecture. Instead, he told Leo about the bar’s history. He pointed to a notch in the wood of the bar top from a sailor in 1944. He pointed to the faded photo of the owner’s grandmother. bar fly

But to those who lived in the neighborhood, Arthur was the pub’s unofficial librarian of human experience. Arthur went back to his silence