FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
"THE LAST DRUNK"
Sober three months that July 4th, she could repeat, but didn't understand "don't be in slippery places with slippery people".
She on the dark island with drinkers, fireworks ended, boat broken, sitting alone on a cooler of beer.
A mental blank place, she stood, turned, opened the cooler, drank the first of her last drunk.
Flash Fiction Friday 55
is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one
and read the ones of your fellow writers.