NEEDS MUST

 NEEDS MUST

Pub landlord Clive had erected an open-air shelter for his customers, many of whom were waiting when he opened his doors after lockdown, and there was instantly a party atmosphere. Those who had booked tables for the evening found the afternoon crowd reluctant to leave, and by nine pm the place was heaving.

When the downpour started, everyone scuttled beneath the shelter, social distancing forgotten.

With his licence at risk, Clive hoped that the inevitable needs after hours of drinking would send the diehards home, but he’d reckoned without their ingenuity – and the ornamental bucket in the pub garden.

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My husband went to the pub on Monday but, with the temperature freezing, I opted to stay at home. I shall go when the weather is warmer, though only for one drink - the thought of not being allowed inside the building is daunting when one has a weak bladder!

Thanks to Anne Higg for this week's photo prompt, and to Rochelle at   https://rochellewisoff.com/ for continuing to host Friday Fictioneers - sometimes the prompt is all that wakes up my writing muse!

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST - allow me to remind you that my book of poems is now available on Amazon. My illustrations are just asking to be carefully enhanced with coloured pencils, so why not treat yourself ? Just click on the cover at the top of the page to order.