One paycheck away, they say. If I had a paycheck then, I’d have spent it on booze. Kind of hurts my case, you know? Truth is I didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was the next sip.I huddled in my spot, a scrap of cardboard beside the dumpster. The cardboard had made a nice box once. It didn’t take long for it to fall apart. Just another thing I’ve ruined. It seems everything I touch turns to trash. So don’t touch me. You might too.
I contemplated the fire escape. A climb to the roof. A jump. A few seconds later— splat. Escape of a different kind. That’s why I had my head up in the air.
When the little fellow floated down on his carpet, I came close to tossing my bottle. Instead, I shook my head and took another sip. I tried to blink him away.
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Genre : Science Fiction
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