(Originally posted January 3rd, 2015)
So far I have only been writing flash fiction on this site, but today I present my first foray into it’s much more concise cousin: Microfiction
What is microfiction? Well, I’m glad you asked:
It’s a subset of flash fiction—those super short stories typically told in 1,000 words or less. Definitions vary, but for the most part, microfiction is any story told in 300 words or less, and could even be as short as a few words.
–Gayle Towell, Litreactor.com
And so, here’s mine. It’s short, it’s somber, and it’s called:
Alcoholic
The glass is full of amber, and his eyes match it. They’re half closed and a tad cross, but the drink makes it to his lips all the same. He’s dizzy, and when his feet feel ground, he wobbles. A full foot-step before he collapses unto the floor. His hand breaks on glass and bleeds, but he rises back to the chair all the same.
He’s looping. He’s looping. He’s looping.
Back and forth, from chair to floor, then back again.
Takes a drink every time he rises, wants a drink every time he falls.
As he lifts the bottle to fill, his hand is stopped. The bartender grips him, and pushes his hands down.
“You’ve had enough. Go home. We’re not doing this again.”
He sweeps the bottle away, spilling the contents on the counter. Walks away, falling twice, but leaves all the same.
Out the door. Looks around. Cane out to steady, only needed on nights like this.
He’s a cripple by choice; that is, if you could call it a choice.
The bright lights of another bar. His back-up.
He’s looping. He’s looping. He’s looping.
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