The Cedar Room

When Wayne Rasinburg is painfully made aware of his failing relationship strategies, he decides to take a short hiatus from the dating scene. His plans to reform become hampered by unexpected living arrangements with a high school crush that he hasn't seen in over ten years.

Dew gave way to the droplet of condensation that trickled down the pint of beer and came to rest on the table. Shane followed it down before his gaze returned to the sunken eyes of his best friend. “Look, I’m sure you’ll find another girl Wayne.” He said, taking the last swig of his beer. “You always do.”

Wayne hesitated in his reply, undoubtedly swallowing a slab of grief that was impeding his words. “I know, but I really liked her… you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Shane watched another droplet ride down the pint and shook his head. “Are you going to drink that?”

Wayne looked at the beer and then to his friend. He smiled a little, amused by the situation, then slid it across the table.

“Alright.” Shane said excitedly. “So. You want to just sit here and wallow in your grief or are we going to get something done today?”

“I don’t know man. I’m not really in the mood for much.”

“Hey, I know you. You’re the kind of guy that never wants to go out and do things, but once you’re dragged out you always have a blast.”

He looked across the table with uncertainty. “Well.” He said, timidity vibrating through his words. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“There’s a circus in town.”

“Bunch of thieves.”

“Paying for cheap thrills is always worth the money.”

“That’s the thing, they’re not cheap.”

“Aw come on. It’ll be on me.”

“Like the beer, you may end up having it all to yourself.”

Shane laughed. “It’s worth a try at cheering you up.”

“I suppose I can think of worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon.” His eyes watered slightly.

Here we go again, Shane thought. “Alright, let’s get out of here.” He put the pint to his lips and cranked his head back.

Wayne watched as every last ounce of brown bubbly fluid disappeared. “I guess I’m driving.”

“That-” A burp interrupted his sentence. “… would be the case.”

The End

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