I’d turned over a new leaf, but then Fern took root on an adjacent barstool.
“A whisky sour,” she purred, fronds unfurling in my direction.
I sensed trouble, with a capital T, and straightaway knew she’d unplug a life-support machine to charge her phone, but hey, what a last breath.
Steven is a man of few words.
“… straightaway knew she’d unplug a life-support machine to charge her phone, but hey, what a last breath.”
This is such a great line that it’s iconic!
Thanks Christopher.
Love it! Think that is how the man brain works, but still trying
to figure that one out as a hippy woman from way back!
Glad you enjoyed it.
I knew a Fern once…definitely the kinda girl who grows on you.
Well done, Steven! Well done indeed!
Thanks.