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Party for one

posted 24 Oct 2015, 07:33 by Louise Jensen   [ updated 24 Oct 2015, 07:34 by Tim Elliston ]

I hold my breath as I hear the whistling approach of the postman, exhaling as he passes my door. Nothing for me today.

I unscrew the whisky, although it is not yet ten o clock, and lie to myself that I will only drink a drop. It’s not as if I have any plans. Besides, this bottle is the only thing I have to open today.

I chink ice cubes into a crystal glass – it’s my birthday after all – and wait for the warm bloom of alcohol to flush the loneliness away.

I check my silent phone. Thirty Facebook friends hope I have an awesome day.

So why am I alone?

 

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