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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."

5 comments add one below

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    Julie about 8 years ago

    Sad but lovely. Great last line!

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    Chris Walker about 8 years ago

    Very good!

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    John Moralee about 8 years ago

    Poignant drabble, Tony!

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    Bryan Thomas about 8 years ago

    Poignant Indeed! Nice to see you back, Tony!

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    Tony Spencer about 8 years ago

    been busy being expansive, Bryan, thought it was time to cut back.

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