Alan had been a pleasure to spend time with, heโd even paid for the meal, despite my protestations.
It was the evening that was a little bitโฆ odd.
Back to mine. I had coffee, he pulled out an Um-Bungo. We watched a movie, and just as I was leaning in to kiss him he started snoring! I couldnโt believe it; what a waste of Chanel!ย
There was no waking him.
5am and I awoke to the sound of Garth Brooksโs Friends in Low Places being murdered in a Welsh accent, and there stood Al wearing nothing but an acoustic guitar!
Hey, Listen!
Friday Fictioneers
A little context for my American friends, Um-Bungo is a fruity kids drink from the 80s. Iโm not so sure its branding stands up in this day and age!
Written as part of a group writing exercise, Friday Fictioneers. Read other stories at the link and take part by first visiting Rochelle’s page here!


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