363rd

363rd.

It’s God damned cold tonight. And the radio played a string of songs that I haven’t heard in a while. I’ve been doing good at easing off the booze too. But It’s God damned cold tonight. The drink came as a shock to my mouth. My jaws pinched and it hurt my ears. I wondered why, but thought it might be like pouring water onto dry soil. Who knows. Who gives a shit. I just kept drinking. I opened my bedroom window and listened for the nightbird. But there was nothing in my yard except for more cold night. So I closed the window again and said goodnight to the nightbird, where ever she might be. Then I remembered what I was doing before the old songs and the drink. And I picked up the broom and finished sweeping the kitchen floor.

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About magnumturtle

I write fiction.
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