Recollection

‘You don’t remember?’ asked Kevin.

‘No,’ whined Tim.

They meandered down the wooden walk.

‘Are you going to tell me what happened?’

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

‘I have no idea; I went somewhere else. Though I don’t know that I would tell you if I knew.’

‘Asshole.’

They traipsed further.

John approached, ‘Quite the night, huh?’

‘Yep,’ they responded.

John smirked, then to Tim, ‘How are you feeling?’

Tim’s eyes narrowed, ‘Fine…’

‘You put on quite the show.’ He took a piece of green elastic fabric from his pocket having the number two and letter ‘x’ adjacent. ‘These were yours, right?’

Tim’s eyes went wide.

Kevin blurted, ‘Oh my!’

And John asked, ‘You don’t remember?’