Should Auld Acquaintance
‘Do you remember that pub, with the jam jar chandeliers?’
There were two of us now, older and not much wiser, where there should have been three. Always the last to leave. A liquid friendship. Lost nights, carelessly mislaid days. We two had more reasons to head home nowadays, but he was the thread that pulled us back together.
‘When he tripped on the way out.’
‘And all the jam jars he’d nicked shattered as he flailed around.’
Now we were laughing and I knew it was a warning sign, but I ignored it anyway.
‘Idiot wasn’t he.’
M J Lewis ©2015
Wrote a very dark fairy story, then completely changed tack, worried that I’m incapable of writing about the real world any more. For more Friday Fiction with this photo prompt click here. Thanks as ever to our very own multi-talented Fairy Queen, Rochelle, who magically keeps us in order and also provided this week’s photo.