This is the fifth part of Casey and Sabina story :
Alexander pushed the call button for the tenth time in one hour. And hung up, again. He poured a glass from his soon to be extinguished bottle of whisky and dwelved on a pity monologue.
He made it to the eleventh call but someone picked up before he could dive into his self destruction pattern.
– Alex, seven a.m. dammit.
– Sabina ? Where’s Casey ?
– She moved on, man. And she flew away from me. How do you think that feels ?
– Tell her why you left and end this thing. My hair is purple for god’s sake.
– Ouch. Got whisky ?
– Shut up.
This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt : Break the silence.
This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 35 th installment.
I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.