He phoned me up to say it was over.
No remorse just the persona most envisioned him to be.
The heartless mirage I knew better but didn't protest.
For I was portraying the cold-hearted bitch I was cast into by default.
There was a long silence.
"So, see you Wednesday night?"
He didn't hesitate.
"Sounds good, don't forget to stop by the liquor store sugar."
"I thought you quit drinking."
He cracked up at that one.
"Yeah, bad habits are hard to break."
I laughed at that one myself as I reached for my keys.
Cause without our vices and momentary trysts people may begin to question.
Was it something more?
Old habits are at times, a fondly reflected upon mistake.
Ashley Karlsson, is a North Carolina based writer who's work has been published in.
The Dope Fiend Daily, Off The Coast, It Takes All Kinds Literary Zine, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Outer Banks Quarterly.
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