“Where’d she go this time?” Joe asked me.
“I’m not really sure…” Bob replied, looking at the ground.
She was gone once more.
Left him waiting at the door.
The playful soul that would forever torment him in his wait.
It was hopeless to think that she would ever settle down with him.
In the distance, the sound of music came from the club.
He recognized the song; it was Orson’s ‘No Tomorrow’.
It reminded him so much of her.
The party life.
Friends, late night parties, jokes, music, and seasonal flings.
Drinks, lovers, chocolates, and things.