It was Mike’s last day with Portmans. After 22 years loyal service he and Judie were moving upstate to run a pottery near Montauk.
‘Well, all the best,’ I said, as we clinked glasses at the bar. ‘Won’t you miss the City, the convenience? Anything?’
Mike took a sip of his whisky and smiled. ‘What like the two hour commute? The pollution, the noise?’ he said. ‘You know what, the only thing I’ll really miss is the Thursday night card game at Benny’s.’
I wouldn’t miss Mike, but I sure would miss my Thursday nights with Judie.
These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge