PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham " Isn't this the most famous joint in town, come on let us go in for a drink ," Rohit pulls me towards the bar. He was new in town and on a vacation and excited, but I was a recovering alcoholic and had been sober for seven months now. And then I saw her walk by, dressed all beautiful and laughing loud as she held the hand of the man with her. The woman I love, with the man she loves. I walk into the bar and drown myself in the wave of the poison I had been avoiding until now. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Waves ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes . This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 26th June 2015 .
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