The Tap Room Project (Part 1 Redux)

Welcome to the Tap Room Project.  Over the course of the next several weeks a few of us will be “building the Tap Room.”  We’re writing short stories based around a fictional bar nestled somewhere in the Carolina Appalachians.  We’re creating this place from the ground up–characters, architecture, menu, the whole nine yards. 

I wrote our introductory piece some time ago, and am re-posting it today as your welcome mat to the Tap Room. The next piece will be written by the lovely and talented Abby Barnhart, and will post next Thursday.  Others involved?  We know we’ll here from Hamster (Kevin Still) and Matt.  Perhaps our good friends Arianne, Nish, and Erika will show up, though no promises (visit their blogs and get acquainted with their styles).  And if you want to contribute your own short, feel free to contact me.

Without further delay… welcome to the Tap Room

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Mary Carter was a ruddy-faced dwarf who worked the taps. They built a full length box four feet tall on both the tap wall and the service side of the bar to accommodate her. Even with the box, bartending was a reach.

Mary Carter judged beer and patrons by their smell. She was too small to drink much beer; a single pint could make box-balancing difficult. She described the stout as having “Sumatran notes with chocolatey overtones.” She liked banjo-music and religion.

Occasionally, new patrons would tease Mary Carter, emboldened by too much alcohol. She’d pour them a big glass of skunky stuff, always on the house, always with a smile. She’d refuse to serve them anything else for the rest of the night. Cutting with kindness was a type of speciality of hers. Even dwarfs can be Southern Belles.

In October we were hired as the house band. We covered “Orange Sky” and seamlessly transitioned into a slower, more melancholy version of “I’ll Flay Away.” The Tap Room echoed with the singing of salvation found in love. The best Appalachian songs allude to Jesus.

When we took five, I made my way to the band bar-stools and Mary Carter poured me a pint of the new seasonal — “notes of toasted malt, apple peal, and some very firm hops,” she said. After pouring the drinks, she smiled and told me that she had that dream last night, the one where she was standing lock-armed with the most familiar of brothers and sisters.

“You were there and there was a sense,” she said, “that after all of our living and laughing, we had dissolved into something more peaceful.”

Hank, who sat two bar stools down,  was eavesdropping. “Did Jesus give you a taller set of legs, Mary Carter?” He was a regular customer of Mary Carter’s, a big tipper who had earned the right to slosh out a haphazard jab.  She giggled a bit, grabbed Hank’s empty pint glass and turned to the skunky tap.

“No,” she said. “We were all three and one-half feet tall, and I was the most well-practiced at reaching up to serve.” Foam ran over the top of Hank’s glass, over Mary Carter’s hand and into the bar drain.

Hank looked puzzled, but I pieced it together.

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3 Responses to The Tap Room Project (Part 1 Redux)

  1. excited to paint this place in all kinds o’ colors.

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