THE SLOPPY DRUNK

 

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–May 22nd, 2016. Each Sunday the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/05/22/ sunday-photo-fiction-may-22nd-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE SLOPPY DRUNK

My head pulses to the beat of a constant drum. My eyes bulge and it hurts to open and close them. A searing pain spreads across my eyebrows. My stomach is now empty but I’ll probably never eat again. If I do, my future days will be spent bending over a toilet bowl.

What is that terrible smell? Oh no, my roommate, Meg, is heating a toasted cheese sandwich in the microwave. The sad thing is, I’ve always loved toasted cheese. No more.

“Just a little wine,” I’d said. “I hardly drink,” I’d said.

Some time later I was laid out on the floor with my friend Rick sticking a cold handkerchief in my face.

“Take me home,” I’d said. “I feel sick, dizzy,” I’d said.

Now, lying here, my mother’s words come back and make me feel worse.

“It’s bad enough to see a man who’s drunk. A drunken woman looks terrible and sloppy.” I took for granted she’d seen drunken, sloppy women first hand. With that disgraceful picture in mind, I’d vowed  never to be a drunken woman.

Someday this disgraceful episode will probably get back to her, but she’ll never hear it from me.