Lottie totters down the street in six inch spikes, red sequinned dress barely covering her modesty—a tasty treat for two rheumy-eyed old men on a park bench.
A coiled knot of bile rises as the Cock and Bull looms. She prays for the world to end.
Last Friday she’d accepted her co-workers’ wager after downing three Bacardi and cokes instead of her usual two shandies—this Friday it’s payback time.
She can do this…she’s in the church choir. Lottie grabs the microphone. Chris de Burgh’s Lady in Red belts out into the beery room.
Karaoke—should’ve stayed in Japan.
A coiled knot of bile rises as the Cock and Bull looms. She prays for the world to end.
Last Friday she’d accepted her co-workers’ wager after downing three Bacardi and cokes instead of her usual two shandies—this Friday it’s payback time.
She can do this…she’s in the church choir. Lottie grabs the microphone. Chris de Burgh’s Lady in Red belts out into the beery room.
Karaoke—should’ve stayed in Japan.
