The gin exhaled into the empty glass – a misty breath full of memories from when juices joined her, having fun with all the unnecessary frills; and the days she mingled with sweet and sour bubbles, popping in and out of relationships before maturing into a steady love with a satisfying soda and lime. Until even its long companionship shriveled into ordinary. She learned to meander through the rocks, smoothing the jagged edges before their inevitable separation, finding the gem in her own name. And now content, she settles alone, comfortable in her own shape, slightly chilled, and best sipped slowly.
Saturday, 18 June 2022
Debut Flash: 'Sapphire' by Gina Dantuono
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