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May 2020
“ Pour me a drink “, she said
“Bourbon in ice”, she said.
Sitting at the bar, her place as usual.
She dazzled today, high heeled red soles and goddess silhouette.

I watch her as her **** nails fiddle with her black hair,
I stand watching her, as she waits at the counter chatting with a stranger.

“ No thank you, I can buy my own and be alone”.She laughed.
Our eyes never met as she types hastily on her phone,
Until she looks through me
“I asked for a Bourbon on ice”. She said
“Cheers”. Said I, grabbing the bottle off the shelf!
Wine, women, bars, independent
Namita Bangera
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Namita Bangera
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