Flash Fiction Friday

 I was IT support for the first meeting of the library system's virtual writers group. I listened for most of the meeting but decided to participate in the writing prompt.  We had about 15 minutes to write.

The prompt was to write something in the format of Joe Brainard's I Remember. 

The prompt had me remembering a poem I had to write for something a creative writing class and I took the idea of that poem and expanded it:

I remember our nights together; the taste of whiskey in your kisses and the smell of it on your breath. 

I remember the feel of your hands and the soft curses we both spoke in the back room of the bar, in the kitchen of your apartment, or the bedroom of mine. 

I remember how your kisses had the same effect as a shot of whiskey short-circuiting my brain. 

I remember every whispered promise of love, marriage, and family. 

I remember the night those promises stopped when I walked into the bar to see your hands on another woman. 

I remember her shocked surprise when I approached and your pitiful attempt at excuses. 

I remember the fight in the parking lot, again at your apartment, and the numerous texts and phone calls. 

I remember it all and it all burns the way a shot of whiskey burns going down. 

I remember my first shot of whiskey just as clearly as I remember our first kiss. 

I remember our last kiss and my sworn promise to never shoot whiskey again. 

 I remember I’m a liar.