Marie splashed Scotch over an ice chunk she pretended had enough class to be rocks. It was really just taking up room she could have used for more alcohol.
August 18. Three years, eight months, four days, seven hours and sixteen minutes. Even at a shot a minute she could not wash away the pain of being left at the altar.
Tipping the scales at a mere 60 words against August’s 75-word upper limit, this flash features the word left. Methinks with that much Scotch, she could be directionally-challenged.
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