Bloody

bloody

The day had almost been too much- still, nothing quite like a drink and a chaser to shake away the blues Greg thought with a heavy sigh.  Vodka warmed his stomach as his head began to tingle, a familiar heaviness taking root in his legs. The release both thrilled and terrified him, its grip on his willpower glaringly obvious. He wouldn’t stop at a single drink, he knew- he might not even pause over his third. Checking his watch, he noted the time and settled into his stool.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s