Inspired by Hemingway

What are you drinking?

A virgin gin and tonic, she said.

So, just tonic water then?

Yep, she said.

Well, do you want the Bombay? I can go pick some up.  

Yeah, sure. Bombay is smooth, she said.

Where do you want to go for Christmas?

I don’t know, somewhere warm, she said.

I feel it, she said.

What’s that?

I feel it in my bones, she said.

It tastes like dried marigolds and mildew and rosemary, she said.

Don’t say that, it’s just a prick, a puff of air.

Right, she echoed, a pin prick, a tuft of air.