Dirty Martini Memories

photo courtesy of marialoveswords.com

photo courtesy of marialoveswords.com

Written for  Lillie Mcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction: Prompt – Forgotten

She sat on the blanket, opened the flask, and poured the chilled liquid into the glasses tittering on the grass between them. “Made them just the way you like them, up dirty, bruised with blue cheese olives.”

The breeze stirred and she could have sworn it brought the scent of Chanel.

She smiled as memories flooded her mind and lifted the glass high. “To my dearest friend, you have not been forgotten.”

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