Morgan’s drinking drove Jessica away. He did the only thing he could think of to bring her back. He drank. It was an illogical plan but it worked. His ex-wife did return to visit his deathbed with a bottle.
“One for the road?” she smiled with tears in her eyes.
“Do you love me? Tell me true.”
“More than all the stars in the sea.”
“Not at all, then?”
“What?”
“Stars do not exist in the sea, sir. Any fool knows that.”
“Oh, my sweet darling, allow me to illustrate how very incorrect you are.”
The hardest part of introducing people from your past is encapsulating their importance at a particular point in your life, so the anecdote I boiled Declan down to was, “He’s a friend from elementary school who made me un-die after a fatal car accident.”
©2018 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys
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