low spirits

                             

                                                       photo credit : Dale Rogerson

She objected to him frequenting ‘Thambi’s Bar’. He loved the ambience, his 

friends and lastly the drinks.

Now he enters and leaves at will, no botheration of knocking on her door 

at night.

One late night, then, everything changed and that was what she always had 

feared.

Now he escorts the sloshed men to the safety of their homes.

He wished he were not very drunk that fateful night so as not to see the 

approaching truck.

He sits in the bar looking at the familiar coloured parasols, each soul of his 

friends hanging down.

         written for  Friday Fictioneers. Thank you Rochelle .


                                                       

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