Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday is more from my interracial contemporary, NO GREATER JOY. Poor Porter. He’s a widower still very much in love with his deceased wife, and seven years later, still grieving hard for her.
Dropping his keys and cell phone next to yesterday’s mail, he wound his way through the living room and headed straight for the kitchen. Once there, he poured himself a shot Jim Beam into a glass tumbler. After tossing it back, the neat drink searing a lesson into his throat, he waffled between another shot or pulling a chilled bottle out of the fridge.
Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Beer with liquor on the other hand, was always a friend to the insomniac.
“I miss you, baby,” he said, pouring another shot of Jim.
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