I sit, staring at the bar. At nothing. I’m hearing what she’s saying. But in my mind, Annabel and I are no longer at Pomperii Pizza. It’s not a Friday, I didn’t just get my 5th tattoo.
short stories
Lemonade.
“Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon. Pour the water from one jug then into the other several times. Strain through a clean napkin.”