Fiction · Writing

Old Partner

She walks high and tall, strolling right past her quondam. Never the slightest regard that he ever existed in her life. The bachelors flock to her, holding her attention, for only a fraction. More drinks than her frame can withhold. Necks break as she heads towards the exit, with a wink, and she’s gone.

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