Glenlivit

by Ken Stone
(Williamstown, Kentucky, USA)

The year was 1967. I was 17. She was 43.

I was mowing her lawn. She said her ex-husband was coming over to get his stuff.

She said he coveted his Glenlivit...so we drank it.

She introduced me to sex and alcohol. I met her again when she was 85. She asked me if I remembered the night. I said I did remember.

She asked me if I wanted to relive the experience...then interjected..."just the Glenlivit."