He grimaces as water runs over his purpled knuckles. Bloodshot eyes glimpse shamefully at his reflection. Images from the previous hours flash. Several whiskeys led to a violent fight. He walks to the refrigerator and takes a frozen bag of peas to ice his hand. He finds his cell phone on the counter and plays a voicemail with the speaker on. An angry female voice bellows "Lose my number. You're an embarrassment. Your drinking has hurt me and my friends for the last time!" The pain in his injured fingers increases. He opens the fridge and takes out a beer.
* Bloggers note *
This is attempt number three in the 100 word writing challenge. The word prompt this time is "fingers". You can find the 100 word challenge at http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ or http://www.chalkboarddad.com/ , both great sites. No comment on whether this entry is based on a true story.
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