A Drunk’s Tale

It took a moment to light the cigarette. The wind seemed to follow me whichever way I turned.

Noticing a random thread on my sleeve, I chose to singe it off with the end of my butt. The other sleeve had even more of a fringe. What a mess I was. Wishing I was dry, I tried to forget about the string on my sleeve. I began to forge ahead through this nasty weather, dreaming about hot coffee with sugar

Alcohol had put me in chains. I was frantic, and I was simple pretty much all of the time now.

28 thoughts on “A Drunk’s Tale

    1. Yes, indeedy! If you click the link under the image, it’ll take you to the latest one. You can also read about the backstory on the post before about why she had been absent for so long.

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