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
One late night, then, everything changed and that was what she always had
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
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 .
word count : 98