Liver Damage

Posted: March 14, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

She heard Jack mixing his usual at the small bar in the den. Every day it was the same, his deep voice full of grim humor, “What’s your poison, honey?” Was he trying to drive her crazy? Looking down at the bottle in her hand she did a quick calculation. Ten doses in three days. Why didn’t he just stay dead? Only one dose left. “That’s okay, sweetie,” she smiled sadly, “I fixed one for myself already.”

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