Goodbye, My Lush...

by Shawn Klimek

sloe gin, at high speed

Her dress was askew. Her hair looked like a tumbleweed flattened by a truck.

 She had slipped down off her seat and was groping drunkenly for the dashboard.

Goodbye, my lush, I thought bitterly. I’m leaving you.

We had both been drinking, but tomorrow —as usual, only I would remember.  

As I prepared to leave, my heart ached and it got harder to breathe.  I still loved her.

Then I saw a puddle pooling at her feet, staining her skirt. 

To hell with this, I decided.

Taking a deep breath, I kicked out a window and swam for the surface.

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