Roy's Rum Shop (standard:Fan Fiction, 1378 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Mar 26 2011	Views/Reads: 2769/1769	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A short story on Roy, a fictional bar owner addicted to rum.

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Roy started playing old Indian melodies on the record player. “You 
dance with me,” Lucksy started dancing Indian style. “I don't know how 
to dance Indian,” Juggernaut was shy. “You just follow me,” Lucksy 
started waving her hands in the air as if she is changing light bulbs. 
“I know how to jump for calypso, rock back and forth for reggae and 
slow dance for Carpenters and Abba music,” said juggernaut and started 
slow dancing with Lucksy holding her closely. “This is dance music boy 
you don't dance holding her like that,” shouted Esau laughing loudly. 
“How come you are from India and you don't know how to dance Indian?” 
said Lucksy. “I never did Indian dancing.” “Just look at me, raise one 
hand and twist your arm as if you are replacing a light bulb and place 
your other hand on the hip, then twist your hips sideways, that's it,' 
Lucksy started dancing Indian style for a song by Asha Bonsle, a noted 
female singer known for dance music. “Are you going stay here after 
your done your studies?” Lucksy was curious. “No.” “Your are going back 
home?” “No.” “Students, professors, Cricket players and business men 
from other countries come here for a short visit and stay put forever 
here you know,” “This country is sweet sweet, where else you can get 
gas this cheap?” “I don't have a car.” “Well, you will have once you 
get a job.” “I don't know.” “What you don't like here?” Lucksy was 
persistent. “I love this place but I don't want to live here.” “Where 
you are planning to go then?” “I don't know, anywhere I get a job 
outside this island.” “So you don't like us then.” “I stayed long 
enough here, I have to go.” “You kind of a gypsy.” “You can say that.” 
Juggernaut got busy in finishing thesis work, for several weeks he did 
not visit Cummuto. Before he left the island to take up a job in a 
distant island, he visited Cummuto to say good bye to his friends at 
Roy's rum shop. He was disappointed not see Lucksy around. Roy looked 
pale and sickly. After few years, Juggernaut revisited the small island 
on a job related trip. Roy shop was closed for good, Roy died from the 
complication of liver disease. Doc, the taxi driver died in an accident 
on a narrow winding road along the eastern coast. Daddy migrated to the 
United States and started a new life operating a Roti shop in Brooklyn, 
New York. Esau continued his job on the University Campus. “What 
happened to Lucksy?” asked Juggernaut. “She moved to the City, never 
saw her again,” said Esau. “I wish I learned Indian dancing from 
Lucksy,” a thought comes to Juggernaut whenever he replaces a light 
bulb.


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