Not Another Drink

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this for the Flash fiction contest. A man that deals with drinking.

Submitted: August 18, 2019

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Not Another Drink

By: Donte-Highwater

It’s six o’clock in the morning the train screeches to a halt. Tim pulls his rolling carry on bag with his matching backpack on his back. Tim thinks about the fight last night with his wife. His memories come to him like that of an ocean wave that violently crashes in his mind. 

Tim looks at his hands still trembling from last night. Tim’s memories are fragmented but remember pushing his wife to the wall forcing a bottle of whiskey down her throat as his memories float back to the surface. He can’t take the demons that live at the bottom of the bottle that promises him happiness, or the lies that they whisper in his ear. Tim places his hands over his head cries hard, but silently; pulling hard at his hair. He loves his wife Melissa, and that’s why he needs to leave her. 

Tim’s wounds need to heal like his wife’s physical and mental scars need to mend. With his eyes closed in the train, he hears his black backpack drop to the ground. He opens them startled to see his wife holding his hand.



 


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