Tres Solitaire

The place was almost full: pre-dinner drinks, post-work gab. The sun showed itself after hours of drizzle, and was setting amidst purple and pink clouds, and towers that were lighting up as dusk, then darkness, set in.

The day called for three mojitos, glowering over an observation that would lead to a realisation. It was one of the best urban views: a famed rooftop bar in Bangkok, the rewards of happy hour, and three strangers — aligned, alone, waiting for company that would never come.


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