Sitting in a shell hole, blanking out the background noise to hear the band tuning up for another set.
The pretty cocktail waitress leans over, smelling of gardenias, setting down my whiskey and soda, the tinkling ice cubes matching the piano player's opening refrain.
"Are you sure you want that drink, honey?" my date sounds concerned, "you're already pretty buzzed."
"Buzzed? I'm legless!" I grin.
The band strikes up a dance tune, my gorgeous date rises.
It's amazing what runs through your mind, at the end, cold, alone, leaking lifeblood into Flanders mud.
"Think I'll sit this one out, sweetheart."
Julie almost 10 years ago
Sad but lovely. Great last line!
Chris Walker almost 10 years ago
Very good!
John Moralee almost 10 years ago
Poignant drabble, Tony!
Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago
Poignant Indeed! Nice to see you back, Tony!
Tony Spencer almost 10 years ago
been busy being expansive, Bryan, thought it was time to cut back.