|Image copyright: Marie Gail Stratford|
Looking back on that fated day, I feel it was an omen. We first met at a bar, where I was sitting drunk, nursing my bottle of vodka.
You looked into my eyes and smiled, I fell for you then and there. Or maybe, it was the offer to buy me a drink seeing my condition.
Either ways, I had no regrets when I woke up the next morning in your bed, wearing your shirt.
It was meant to be a one night stand but the two pink lines that I saw on the pregnancy kit today, told me otherwise.
This drabble is written for Friday Fictioneers- 26th September for the above photo prompt.