E. Experience



Do you remember telling me your secret recipe for making homemade raspberry vodka in a jar?

Last time I saw you, you were tripping out on LSD and the waitress offered to call the cops for me.

I said, No, no, no, he’s okay, he’s my friend.

I didn’t really think you were okay then, but I hope you’re okay now.


This post is part of the flash fiction series, By the Letter.

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