Saturday, 5 May 2018

The Forget-Me-Not

It was my preferred place to forget the world. Cheap drinks, cheaper company.

But then one night, I really needed to forget the day. So I was halfway through a bottle of scotch when she say down next to me and drained the bottle.

She'd just broken up with a man who was cheating on her and must have been blind and mad, as I told her. We split another bottle, then headed back to mine. It was an amazing night, and in the morning she was gone.

Thing is, she did tell me her number. But I forgot it.

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