Six Months Ago

[holiday_pirner]

Holly didn’t understand the usefulness of this event. Okay, so it was for her dad’s friends and family to gather and pay respect to him, or something along those lines. Except he didn’t have very many friends, and his family were so fragmented and disjointed, many hadn’t been invited out of sheer forgetfulness. She picked up the slightly grimy mug that sat in front of her, and took a bitter sip.

Gregory Pirner had been a secretive, mysterious man. Despite having been the one to name her, he hadn’t spent a lot of time being a focal point in her life. After her parents’ divorce, he fucked off to London and became an insufferable workaholic. She didn’t get close to him again until she went off to university.

Now here she was, at his makeshift memorial. It was being held at a pub that had the audacity to call itself a restaurant. A soggy salad and chips didn’t constitute a restaurant, in Holly’s mind.

( Lip Service )