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Recall
I am a recovering alcoholic, and my memory skips straight from sober to recuperating. Oh, I remember a few blurry nights, but most of the last ten years—gone.
This horrifies my non-recovering alky friends. It’s not so bad, though. I don’t have to remember any of the terrors my fellow AA members do—going home with strangers, waking up pools of vomit you can only hope are your own—I’m a blank slate
I pretend I was a brainwashed governmental spy or a shipwrecked amnesiac, and try not to flinch when unfamiliar phone numbers turn up in old coats.
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| Had all those experienced myself-not too pretty. Loved the lines once I weeded through them. No comments on the story-seemed real to me. |
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Comment by: qpeedore Online- 2008-05-14 20:33
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Haha, this shouldn't be funny but to me it is. I didn't mind the html so much, I could read what needed to be read. It's really great, and I can identify with the character. Many think that I myself managed to turn myself around from a similar path. The heavy drinking 4, 5 days a week for pretty much all of last year wouldn't have done me well in the long run. I would never get fully drunk too often, but that's what happens when your tolerance is too high and your money is too low.
Maybe I'll pretend too. |
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| So, yeah, this is full of junk right now. I'd honestly perfer if people didn't read this at the moment--the flow is completely ruined with all the extra code stuff. |
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.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>
//might sound better as dialog.. |
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yeoowtch. haha.
ill be back.
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