by Jeremy C. Kester
The taste of bourbon weighed heavy on her breath. We kissed furiously parked in the dark lot, and I could almost get drunk off of the smell alone if the writhing movements of her body weren’t enough. This moment I have been waiting for since seeing her dance across from me years ago. I wished that this could be more than a drunken escapade during a careless evening. The windows began to fog heavy. Outside, the world began to disappear, just as my friendship with her will when the sun later breaks through.
Jeremy C. Kester is a father and husband moonlighting as a writer of fiction and poetry.