He sat high at the big oak bar impatiently rapping the bottom of his pint glass -- empty -- against the tarnished wood. Not once did he look up. Rather, he stared unblinkingly down into the cylindrical vacancy.

From the kitchen door, she smiled to herself. He stared so intently that it almost seemed he was attempting something supernatural. One day, she mused, the glass would magically refill itself. 

He furrowed his brow and banged harder. 

Clearly that day would not be today... [ Read more. ]
Story Inspiration: The Three Daggers, a pub in Edington, England.

Real-Life Review: This quaint pub is so prettily picturesque that it draws on the heartstrings even without an awkward love story... 



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