FICTION

Tomorrow is the Day

Broken glass, broken dreams

Photo by Kous9 on Unsplash

Being in your bare feet is no fun when you drop a whiskey bottle on the floor. I tiptoe gingerly around the broken bottle, as I have no desire to have a tetanus shot. Needles freak me out. Maybe that’s why I’m a drunk, and not a junkie. I guess that’s the silver lining from my multitude of issues. Being a drunk, not a junkie. Yeah! Go team!