Some scenes just don't make the final cut, no matter how much fun they might be. This scene is from my book, Dark Harvest. It stars one of my favorite secondary characters of all time--Uncle Willie. I had so much fun writing Willie, that by the third draft, I had written three scenes with him in it. But only one of those scenes made it into the final book. Here's Willie, in all his unvarnished glory. Enjoy!
Willie Hits the Road
“Last call, Willie.”
“What? Huh?” Willie snorted, his bloodshot eyes laying low at half-mast. He sat on the cracked leather bar stool, slumped against the Poker Machine. The beep and gurgle of the game was a comfort. The sound reminded him of the gastro-pyrotechnics his ex-wife’s stomach used to make.
“Lousy lay, but goddamn that woman could make a meatloaf,” he muttered.
“Last call.” The bartender tapped Willie’s glass. “Want another?”
“One more for the road.”
Willie downed the last dribble of whiskey and thumped the glass on the sticky bar.
The bartender, Dillon, or Derek, or whatever the hell he called himself this week poured another round. Nice lad, that one.
Willie snorted. Of course, they should remember his drink. Been coming here thirty-five odd years now. Always drank the good stuff when his check came in. Cutty Sark. Willie liked the boat on the bottle. Reminded him of the kinds of ships his old man used to sail back in the day. He was navy through and through.
A country and western song blasted through the speakers. Johnny Cash. Now there was a singer if he ever heard one. Gawd, he loved that song.
“Because you’re fine, I’ll eat the lime.” Willie belted out the lyrics, and raised his glass in a salute to the