A Toast to Anything
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She raised her glass over her head, smiling.
"A toast." She shouted over all the other voices in the pub.
"To what?" I asked. She looked me dead in the eyes as if to say to us. To the fact that we made it this far. But that's not what her mouth said.
Her eyes shifted away and she shrugged. "To anything." She pressed her cup to her lips and swallowed it all down.
And I did the same because anything was the best thing to toast to.
"A toast." She shouted over all the other voices in the pub.
"To what?" I asked. She looked me dead in the eyes as if to say to us. To the fact that we made it this far. But that's not what her mouth said.
Her eyes shifted away and she shrugged. "To anything." She pressed her cup to her lips and swallowed it all down.
And I did the same because anything was the best thing to toast to.