The Last Sip

Having my Friday sip of alcohol (rum, today), I had forgotten this was the dregs of the bottle. I found myself at the last sip sooner than I planned. As I held it in my mouth, contemplating the sudden emptiness of the glass, I am reminded of a friend that passed on earlier this week. The sip still in my mouth began to sour in taste as I found myself suddenly reluctant to swallow.

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