Saturday, 5:46 A.M.: I haven’t slept a wink. The receding moon is gaping at me blankly.
Well, it was a decadent night of drinking and dancing, on the River Mandovi.
A night that also brought back memories from the yesteryears: of Rahul and I. When we had chatted on the same deck; till the wee hours of the morning, trying to drown our attraction in pints of beer. But, with no success.
Last night Rahul arrived with a vixen wrapped around his arms. We had exchanged awkward glances, but he seemed too much into her.
Sigh! Some things are never meant to be.
Here’s another edition of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Much thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s prompt.
Find some fabulous entries to this weeks Friday Fictioneers here.
I am participating in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge. Today’s theme is Nostalgic.