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|Roy's Rum Shop (standard:Fan Fiction, 1378 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Mar 26 2011||Views/Reads: 1458/827||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short story on Roy, a fictional bar owner addicted to rum.|
ROY'S RUM SHOP Subba Rao A very short drive separates the rural and urban areas on the island but again the island is small. A dirt road quickly turns into a four-lane highway, all of a sudden high rise apartments, office buildings, and shopping malls would appear just like that. To get away from campus life, on weekends Juggernaut visited his friend Esau living in the outback. Surrounded by cocoa and orange groves, Esau lived in their ancestral home with extended family. The red dirt road in front of the house twists and turns like a flexible hose. On one corner of the big bend was Roy's rum shop cum grocery. Here one can get staples for daily living and also aspirin and laxatives. Roy inherited the rum shop from his dead uncle. His uncle has no family; he lived alone in the back of his rum shop. Just before he died, Roy was informed of a distant uncle living on eastern side of the island. Roy, then in late twenties has no experience of running a business or for that matter of experience in doing anything except liming. He arrived at Cummuto, a small sleepy village on Eastern side of the island. May be a twenty miles drive easterly from Cummuto, the road would end up in a freshwater swamp known for shell fish. Always wearing sleeveless white undershirt and flimsy boxer shorts, Roy walked barefooted inside and outside the shop. His skimpy clothes exposed his pale skin and thin limbs. He was never in a hurry. He spoke and moved slowly, everything he did was in slow motion. The rum shop was a rectangle shape wooden structure with galvanized metal roof pained green to match the surrounding bush. The long front porch was storage as well as space for people to lime (hanging out). Liming is a way of passing time for people on the island rich in oil reserves. When other countries spent millions for making coal tar to use on road surface, on this island, coal tar oozes out from the ground. And yet the rural roads badly need resurfacing. Juggernaut's foreign accent attracted more attention at the rum shop. Roy in particular treated Juggernaut as a special guest offering free drinks all the time. Juggernaut favorite spot in the bar was on top of a stack of flour bags at the corner. Sitting few feet above ground, he used to sip beer or rum or whatever drinks Roy offered for free. Roy an habitual drinker himself was always holding a drink in his hand while serving customers. Esau, Daddy and Doc were regular visitors to the rum shop but were also buddies to Roy. Daddy and Doc were only nicknames, Daddy worked in public works department and Doc drove a cab. Esau worked on the University campus as a technician. On weekend, Juggernaut joined the gang at Roy's rumshop. After closing the shop, Roy like to hang out with Esau, Daddy, Doc and Juggernaut when he was visiting Cummuto. “We go for hunting tonight,” said Roy. “We are going to forest to hunt?” excited Juggernaut. “No, boy, we can hunt for Agouti or Opossum whichever comes first right in our backyard.” Bare footed, Roy started walking in his boxer shots with an old gun that was rusty and ancient. Juggernaut followed him into the bushes. After walking for half hour, “boy, I shot an Agouti,” shouted Roy holding a small animal in his hand. “That's look a big rat,” Juggernaut stood far away from the animal. “No boy, it is Agouti, it taste good good when curried,” Roy placed the dead animal in a plastic bag and started walking back home. Juggernaut followed him. Placing the dead animal on a raised wooden platform like structure outside the kitchen to clean it up Roy said “you go call Esau, Doc and Daddy to come for the cook up.” “How about Lucksy?” “Why you want her for?” Roy looked puzzled. “I don't know she always want to lime with us.” “You mean with you,” Roy smiled. “With everybody including me.” Juggernaut was defensive. “OK, go call her too,” Roy started cleaning the Agouti. Esau, Daddy, Doc and Lucksy live not too far from Roy's rum shop. Every time Juggernaut visits rum shop, Lucksy make special attempt to visit the shop just to meet Juggernaut. She was a chubby, fair-skin Indian woman in late twenties, worked as a clerk in local government office. With a small knife, Roy ripped opened the underbelly and threw out the innards, and skinned the animal in few minutes. “Esau don't want curry he wants stew with tomatoes, scallion and soy sauce,” said Juggernaut arranging the dinner plates on a wooden table cluttered with nick knacks. “Why?” “He said you put too much hot pepper in the curry that makes shit like a hound.” “OK, I will make a stew for him and curry for all of us then,” Roy started cooking in two separate pots. Lucksy was first to arrive and all excited to see Juggernaut. “What kind of a name Lucksy, that doesn't sound Indian?” Juggernaut tried to start a conversation. “Well, my daddy calls me Lucksy because he thinks I brought good luck to his taxi business just after I born,” Lucksy sounded proud. “I love people from India.” “Why?” “My forefathers came from India and I love Indian movies and you came from India too, that's why,” Locksie was not shy. Click here to read the rest of this story (39 more lines)
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