Her whispered words brushed my ear. A friend was in an accident, she said.

As my happy thoughts faded we went through our work routine. She said goodnight to me and asked, If you hear anything, you'll let me know?

As I turned to the bar a customer said, I hope you don't think this is weird or anything, but can I ask you something?

Sure, I said.

You have been smiling since you walked in. You came in so happy and you are still smiling.

Tapping my head I said yeah, things must be loose again.

I have been thinking of my friend all night. Waiting to know what has or will happen is terrible, but holds hope.

I am thinking of you, B.