MATTHEW
After making a deal with a very persuasive redhead, I take a sip of her father’s whiskey and wait for the door like she instructed. A few minutes later, it creaks open and a figure walks in.
I’m drunk shitless so I don’t know who just joined me in the closet but I take a sip for courage and stretch out the liquid to my company as we stand in the dark empty room.
“Thanks.”
I flinch back when Kathryn’s sigh fills the tiny room. I might be 3 drinks away from blacking out but I know her voice, I know her accent.
It’s her and she’s here...with me?
Is 7minutes in Heaven different in America?
After two long gulps she returns the bottle and I put it on a shelf above the closet railing. I can’t risk her sloshing me in the face again when she realizes it’s me. I’ve endured enough
