Head aching from a heavy night,
Needing water to soothe his body and sight.
Off to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of H20,
He toasted his sleeping mate, “cheers bro.”
Guzzling it all down, excess dripping from his chin.
Seconds later he spat it out…it wasn’t water, it was gin.
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To my fans, this is my promise to you. A promise to help get this day into hindsight’s view. Something to make you smile. Something to entertain for a while. I hereby declare to use my skills to display - A new and creative short-story, for your pleasure, every single day!
© 2009 Ryan Brammen. All Rights Reserved.
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