N. I Nearly Lost You

N. —

We were sitting at the bar. You held a glass in your hand with two ice cubes filled half way up with whiskey.

I had a rum and coke, because it’s the only drink I know how to order at a bar confidently.

“Don’t worry,” you said. “It’ll be fun.”

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

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