Ange puts on a Sapphire-Blue Sundress
“God, this editing job is boring me senseless.” Ange went to the liquor cabinet to grab a gleaming-blue bottom of Bombay Sapphire (even though she’d told…
Dumb Questions Over Slow Gin
Tad stared across the table as his Uncle Kyle stared at his cards, the same cards he’d been pondering for nearly ten minutes. It was a slow game of gin. It was…
Lying for Love
They sat among the bar stools sipping gin and tonics. His eyes were very boyish, as he began to recite his well rehearsed speech. “Victoria, I can not continue…
Gary and the gin
Sometimes Gary wondered if there was more to life than gin. Then he took a sip. “Sweet lord,” Gary said, for this particular gin and tonic tasted especially…
Wasted and Wounded
The instrument was out of tune, the notes coming out as jarring imitations of their real beauty. Somehow it was fitting. As Robin idly pecked at the keys of…
Quinine and Lime
Til I’ve had a gin and tonic, I can’t sleep. I used to worry that it made me an alcoholic, but there’s something about the slightly bitter taste of tonic water…