This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. And here is my story:
Buck’s Pool Hall
Everybody in town liked Buck. He was six shades beyond the color gray and a few short steps ahead of reality. On Friday nights, his pool hall was the place to be in town.
“What the heck is the meaning of this?” Sissy hollered. She was pointing at some piece of art Buck had hung on the back wall of his pool hall.
“Nudes,” Buck replied.
“I can see they’re nude,” Sissy said. She’d been dating Buck, off and on, for about 10 years and still didn’t understand the man. “What is this? Some fancy museum or your pool hall?”
“I just wanted to add some class to the place, Sissy.”
“Oh honestly, Buck.”
“Oh honestly Buck, what?”
Sissy shook her head. “Let’s just draw a bull’s-eye on it and call it a dart board, okay?”
Buck looked like all sorts of lights had gone on in his head. He leaned over and kissed Sissy. “Now THAT is a great idea!”