Posted in Prose, Relationships

The Women

The women, that I have known,

who someday will be toasting my demise,

 

Singing, and yelling

downing one after another

“To his memory!”

-they laughed, and smashed their glasses against

my photograph


I could only hope, the whiskey tasted bad……

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American living in Denmark.

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