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Terri L. French

Last Call

I was sitting at an airport bar nursing my second Sauvignon Blanc when the middle-aged man next to me—who had just ordered a Coke—struck up a conversation.

“Ya know, several years ago I was in a near-fatal car accident in California. I was in a coma for a week, and when I came to I didn’t know who I was, or the names of my wife, sister, or two sons. But, every time a nurse asked if she could get me anything, my response was always a Jameson Manhattan on the rocks. I remembered what I drank but didn’t recognize all of the people dearest to me.”

turbulence
the plane and I
a little tipsy

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About the Author

Terri L. French is a poet/writer and retired Massage Therapist. She and her husband, Ray, have four mostly grown children and one spoiled dog. They now enjoy the nomadic life of full-time RVers.