Ideations

She called me.
We went rushing
in two cars.
His promise was empty, though.
Passed out,
half on the floor,
half on the couch.

She smacked him in the face,
gently.
Put a cold cloth on his forehead,
and he sputtered awake.

We searched the house,
emptied all of the bottles.

Haha, he said.

I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets,
and left.
She left in morning.

Until next time.

 

 

 

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