forgettable days

Ever have a day go by so fast and with such neckwhip demands that at the end of the day, you can’t even recall what happened?

All I remember is a pineapple whiskey sour at the end of the day, and my parents visiting.

The rest is an absolute blur.

Target: 900 words
Written: 470 words, novella: The Mungk

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