Monday, August 9, 2010

Whiskey



Today's muse: One Word. Today's word: Whiskey.

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Whiskey

The pain is all-consuming, obliterating all else. The knives don’t just stab, they plunge deep—twist and dig—leaving holes the size of moon craters. Of course, she had imagined what it would feel like should this day come, but she never thought it would; not really. After all, this kind of loss happens to other people, to strangers.

“That’s not the answer,” says a voice, barely audible through the drunken fog.

“Fuck off,” she replies, and tilts the bottle, letting the amber liquid soothe her aching heart.



2 comments:

glnroz said...

your tangle of words are gaining,,in momentum...

septembermom said...

I agree with Glenn. Your words are strong and have motion.