After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum.
The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking,
Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning?
Were you forever or just for tonight?
You’d spotted me where you sat, cornered with two of your friends.
Pretending I didn’t notice the sparks in your gaze, I ordered a beer; but as you went to the restroom, I managed to get you alone.
“I have eggs for my breakfast,” you said, as we turned left at the corner,
Knowing it was for tonight, I tried to remember your name.
Ok I only saw the shutters and thought about closing, and remembered the Leonard Cohen Song “Closing Time”, and tried to fit a story around that.
Friday Fictioneers is all about finding a story in the picture. Rochelle keep us in order and make sure that we don’t exceed the allocated 100 words.
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