“I didn’t tell you about the time I caught the boys smoking under the stairs,” Dan reminisces, shoveling dirt off a tombstone. “I was reminded of that night at Kigly’s when we were so drunk old Matty didn’t know what to do with us.”
He chuckles, pausing to look at the tombstone. “To be fair, they promised to behave. But you know boys.”
Dan blinks, pinching his nose.
“We were once like that, weren’t we?” His voice breaks. “I hope life gives them more time than it gave us.”
“I miss you so much, buddy. You were the very best.”
Nanya Sands © 2024. All rights reserved.
You may also like;
Want to join the drabble challenge? Read for more info.
