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vodkaWhat did I do?

It was the first thought that flashed through his mind as he came to. It was a thought he knew well. The room was dark but the television was on and the woman on it was crying. That was what had stirred him. Her crying.

His head pounded fiercely and his tongue was in desperate need of a shave. He shifted up from his half-reclined position on the couch and realized he was holding onto an empty bottle of vodka. He blinked in confusion; he’d been drinking beer. Where did the vodka come from? The woman on the television was still crying.

The screen cuts to a picture of a young blond boy on a bike. He’s wearing a green baseball uniform and ball cap. Cut back to the crying woman. A crowd has gathered. They carry candles and teddy bears. Where did the vodka come from? He started to look around the room but the stabbing pain in his head stopped him cold. He groaned and rose cautiously, still gripping the empty bottle.

What did I do?

The thought persisted. Last night was a blur; he wasn’t even sure it was last night. How long had he blacked out for this time? He slogged across the room towards the bathroom when he noticed the door to the garage was ajar and the light was on. He stretched out his free hand to push open the door and was surprised when it resisted. He stepped forward and nearly tripped.

A small hand was poked through the doorway, laying across the threshold, unmoving. He stared in horror, recognizing the green sleeve of a baseball uniform. The empty bottle slips from his fingers. On the television, the woman continues to cry.

Oh, dear God, what did I do? 

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Welcome to Day 5 of the Second Third Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing. Today’s prompt was The Empty Bottle and it was brought to you by the deliciously charming Southern belle, Malisa. Please click on the links below to visit the other people participating in this challenge. Oh, and speak softly. They probably have some empty bottles of their own lying around.

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  • I think I’ve seen that show. Or maybe not. Well done.

  • Stories like that make me glad I can’t drink. Scary…very scary.

  • This was such an excellent story, Nicky. I was going to make some crack about it being so good because you wrote about what you’re familiar with but then you threw that curve ball at the end. Sad, but very well done my friend.

  • This challenge will be known as “Nicky’s descent into darkness.”

  • Ha ha ha yes yes yes!!! Someone else is getting dark too!

  • frankleemeidere

    Ah, geeze, man! This should be a PSA on the dangers of alcohol. Well done.

  • Wow! Very deep…and I was gonna make a snide comment about european women not shaving their tongues either. Guess I’ll hold my tongue. God, somebody stop me….

  • My type of story. Nice creepy twist. I see a familiar theme – vodka. I think you need more.

  • Very well done, indeed, and I agree with Frank. Excess and abuse is scary and dangerous.

  • Cadeaux

    I just wanted to let everyone know that I am reading your stuff…it’s been good stuff…it’s just that I keep getting things saying it doesn’t support my browser and most times my comments don’t work. I’m going to ask my son for help tonite and see if he can maybe figure it out. I’m not computery enough to know if I’m going to do something stupid, so I don’t do anything. Usually I get my daughter to help, but she’s at college.

  • ReformingGeek

    This is very good, Nicky! I giggled at “tongue is desperate need of a shave”! Heh.

    Those DAMN bottles!

  • MalisaHargrove

    “His tongue was in desperate need of a shave.” Love it. Been there. Done that. Intriguing story, but I hate that damn ending. It could be any of us during 30-2 days.

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    That’s depressing. I need a drink.

  • Yikes! And I’m guessing unlike Dufus and Boom Boom, this won’t be a continuing saga so we’ll never know what the guy did!

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  • KZ

    With the tagline: “This time, the cheese has gone off.”

  • KZ

    Good writing, Nicky. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? If you keep up this kind of tone for too long, you’ll have to rename the site, “We Work for Prozac”.

  • HOLY HELL! I had the chills, from head to toe, reading this story!

  • Holy crap, that’s dark. And very well done. I need a drink now. Or maybe I shouldn’t….

  • Whoa! Where did that come from? Superb piece of writing, Nicky.

  • Is there something you’d like to tell us, Nicky?

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