Old Flames
Jan 19th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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A haggard creature across the bar clutches her G&T with claw-like hands.
The aquiline nose stands out from the sunken skin, triggering a disconcerting recognition.
“It can’t be,” he thinks.
Sensing his gaze, the woman looks over.
The shiny dome where once was hair, the double chin, the beer paunch, are a disturbing parody of the man she’d known.
“Lawrence?”
They’d been passionate lovers a generation ago.
Overcoming mutual revulsion, they chat a while, no chemistry between them now.
The only chemical they have in common is the alcohol anesthetizing them until they go their separate ways into the night.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
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