|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.