Briefly Speaking

Briefly Speaking

Carrying his father’s worn, leather briefcase, Henry walked into the bar, “Set me up Jock, I need relief,” and off Jock went to fetch Henry’s favorite, on the rocks, and placed a napkin and the drink in front of the sad-looking gentleman, Jock knew all too well, as a regular in the bar, Henry divulged many secrets to his bartender and they were kept well in Jock’s memory bank, although there had been brief moments when he wrote them down, just in case Henry needed to retrieve something in his gray matter, that’s what friends are for, to keep things safe for when you need them and, well, so much more, Jock was that kind of friend, Henry knew this and depended on Jock’s wisdom from time to time, longing for answers to questions left in the dust of Henry’s life, even more nagging at his soul, so that’s why he needed scotch and Jock and the bar and bar mates and his dad’s briefcase, that was where he kept the secrets that only he could share, when he shared them, so that’s what Jock helped him with – keeping secrets – Jock being such a good friend and all.

Jock wrote a story
it was called secrets I know
it was very brief

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Wednesday Poetry Prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides

For today’s prompt, write a brief poem. Sure, the poem itself can be brief (in the sense that it’s very concise). But the poem could be about a brief event. Or it could feature a briefcase or involve a media briefing. As always, take it wherever you wish!