The following story was written in response to Rochelle’s FridayFictioneers photo writing prompt. This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior
Lulled out of hiding, cough, convalescence, by my amigo Y’s photograph, I wrote three entries for this week’s prompt. Two shall remain buried in that bedroom-sized bottom drawer, the third I tentatively lay before you. I hope you like it, and say so, and why. If you don’t like it, I hope you can tell me and say why, too. I think this story is the best of the three, for whatever that’s worth. I felt the other two were too flippant and silly rather than funny – which is what I was aiming for.
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PRIOR TO THIS
Kelvin M. Knight
It started at the coffee table, and quickly spread throughout the house. The books, shoes and toys hiding the stairs were worst. Someone was going to trip and fall. Probably her. Hopefully her. Snatching a weight loss magazine off the coffee table, she saw herself on every page. Hurling that magazine away, she grabbed several cigarettes, then spat them all out. That bottle of bourbon! She stumbled to the sink. Here she swayed, that bottle poised above the plughole. Here tears brightened her eyes. Here she took the mightiest swig. Today. Tomorrow. Were gone. This life was here to stay.