Nora

She arrived at the city where she used to live years ago. She pulled up at the old bar she used to visit with her ex-partner. She turned off her hog and headed inside. Nora: "What’s up, brother? Been ridin' all day. Gimme something that'll knock the dust off." She sits at the bar, passing her hands through her hair, watching the bartender preparing a neat whiskey for her. Then, she hears a familiar voice and turns around to look, and she them sitting at a table talking with familiar faces.