Who’s Sorry Now?

Super Flash Fiction

“Who’s sorry now?” Juliana demanded, her face glistening in the streaky light of the late city night.

George stared down in disbelief, as the contents of the bottle of single malt joined the rain water rushing into the storm drain.

“Who’s sorry now?” Juliana repeated.


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