I was going to tell her the truth...honesty is always the best policy...right? But then I wasn't ready just yet. What would she think? How would she react? Would anything ever be the same?

"No. I can't tell her." I muttered quietly to myself. I hunched over another inch on my bar stool. I was alone although surrounded by patrons at the hotel called The Silent Sleeper's pub. The TV roared football overhead. I could hardley notice anything else in the room but the grain of the wood on the wooden bar counter in front of me, as I grew dizzier and then more dizzy...but the stench of ciggerettes was very strong.

I smelled something else in the air too...it smelled a lot worse and even had a bad taste...I hunched over an inch further, my face nearly into my drink...nearly drowning me...

That smell, was regret. As I put my lips to my drink sitting on the counter and slurped loudy in a drunken haze, I couldn't help but think for the ten thousdandth time today,

What if I had of told her the truth?
What if...


Want to comment? Login or Join

Login Sign up

slugguts (joined about 14 years ago)

ooooo tra la la

No favorites

Story information


Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0


We like you. Say "Hi."