She’d tried to soothe me, stop me, and save the night. She even played The Doors who she hates. Chuck took my car keys. Now I remember. That’s when I tossed the lounge chairs.
I must have done worse. Because Shana’s gone.
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I parted the dingy hotel curtains. The morning sun was sharp. Lounge chairs floated in the pool. If I’d said no to more booze. If I’d checked my anger. Shana would’ve had the birthday party she’d dreamed of. The one I promised. The kind you make crazy love after.
She’d tried to soothe me, stop me, and save the night. She even played The Doors who she hates. Chuck took my car keys. Now I remember. That’s when I tossed the lounge chairs. I must have done worse. Because Shana’s gone.
Pamela Kennedy
29/10/2021 02:27:56 pm
Sadly he woke up too late to reality...
Shelley
30/10/2021 01:49:16 am
Oooooh - so well written!
Sue Clayton
30/10/2021 07:24:25 am
Give up the booze. Apologise. And if if she takes you back give her the best birthday party ever next year. Comments are closed.
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