Quench

She sat alone at the bar, smiling at her wine and eaves dropping on the chatter around her. She couldn’t think of anything to think about and that made her smile even more. Another sip, another polite smile from the bar maid, another minute of freedom lost.

Her eyes lost their glaze as she returned to the real world, still sitting on the couch, baby still in arms, spew marks on the sleeve of her dress and an old cup full to the brim of what was once a hot tea.

Such daydreams were making her thirsty.

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