Jane winced. 'Yes, me, Jane Dawson, the big "alcohol hater", drinking firewhiskey. What's the big deal? I cracked open a bottle last night when I got back. I guess I didn't realise the stuff was so nice. And yes, I got you firewhiskey too.' she nodded.
__________________ listen and you can hear the distant sounds
of someone humming a familiar song
the sounds of raindrops echo across the horizon
and shoot your wish up to the sky |