Dragonfly Kisses
“It was quiet, dark, still. The moon was out, teasing the water with ribbons of soft light.Of all the things his lucrative job as a radio host afforded him, he loved the little cabin on Tryst Island the most.Although, the island hadn’t lived up to its name.There hadn’t been any trysts for him. Not since…Well, not since his wife left him.He cut the thought off. No. He wasn’t going to think about any of that. Whenever he did, he got so morose he wanted to die. Wanted to drink himself into a stupor and blot everything out.He tipped his whiskey back and poured himself another.Yeah. He really had to stop thinking about it.But he couldn’t.It had been three years and still—Clearly the drinking wasn’t working.He kept waking up in the morning. And when he did, the misery was still there.Not for the first time, he wondered if he should add a handful of the Xanax his doctor kept prescribing to his drink. This place was remote. No one would find him. Not in time.It’d be a peaceful way to check out....And life without her wasn’t worth living.MoreLess
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