Saturday, March 24, 2012
The drunk will set you true
It seems I'm only good for weekends these days. Here's my latest Trifextra entry. The prompt is ". . . we are giving you the first 33 words of a story. You need to complete it with 33 of your own words."
“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.
She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.
In the middle distance was her reflection, ghosts of pig tails bobbing along as the limo drove.
She was forty today and drunk tonight. The honest kind of drunk.
Honesty outlasted the hangover.