She sat in the bar nursing a gin and tonic, it depended on the bar staff whether she was left in peace or asked to leave. Brendan was on duty tonight, he always let her stay.
Brendan had the most beautiful brown eyes, the sort of eyes you could drown in, he reminded her of Paul.
In the back room there was a piano, dusty and unused now, but when she was younger, she smiled at A
the reminisce.
Now she was a bag of bones, skinny and untidy but she was clean, she didn't smell despite what some of the bar staff claimed.
She'd always been tiny but had curves in all the right places, and wearing her red satin evening dress she had been so glamorous, a real stunner.
Back then Paul had played the piano, she sang, songs of love and longing, of loneliness and despair.
Sitting in the bar the years fell away as she hummed one of the old songs but all too soon her glass was empty and it was time to leave.
Out in to the cold leaving her memories of Paul behind, they'd had a few happy years until a bomb had dropped near their lodgings killing Paul. Leaving her a sad and lonely widow.
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