My 55 Flash Fiction Friday has turned into a Sad Saturday Soliloquy.
He snickered at the beer commercial promising drinkability
He would drink yak urine to erase the pain
Flavor was not an issue
Booze was now just a means to an end
But they are correct; it won’t get better than this
He knew he was on a down-hill spiral
like a turd in a Kohler
Saturday, March 14, 2009
55 Flash Fiction Friday - A day late - 3/14/09
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6 comments:
He's on the slippery slope! :(
A day late is fine with me Brother
I've felt like that before...
The day late...AND the turd.
Great 55 Son...
Thanks for remembering....G
Thanks for one of the best playlists I've heard! I can't believe how many MY favorites you picked!
Oh...cool blog, too! But your music selections are stellar!
Delilah
Yep, despair! I just doesn't matter....what the vice....any of one's chosen poisons will take care of the task. Just to eliminate the necessity of facing reality for awhile.
Better late than never. Answers are never found at the bottom of a bottle. Been there, done that.
Didn't expect that humorous line at the end...
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