So, sometimes shit doesn’t go your way. That’s life, right?
Yep. That’s why there’s the Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s not just about bringing top quality micro-fiction your way, but also about me getting to vent and exorcise the demons that nearly drive me mad.
In that spirit I bring you tonight’s drabble.
Punch, punch, punch, punch.
PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH.
Pant, pant, sweat, pant. Punch.
PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH,
“You about done?”
“Not even close. Just getting started.”
“Fine. I’m going to go get beer and smokes. Want anything?”
“Ice. Plenty of ice. And whiskey. More whiskey than ice, but lots of ice.”
“So whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, and ice?”
“Something like that.”
“Want a burrito? I think I’ll get a burrito.”
“Nope. Just whiskey and ice.”
“I’m guessing the ice is for your hand?”
“And for the whiskey.”
“Be right back.”
PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH.
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