Hanging Way Over

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Those bloodshot eyes hinted at what short-term memory couldn’t recapture. The puffy reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror confirmed it must have been one hell of a time. She opened the door and rattled around with shaking hands in search of a fast-acting pain reliever. Maybe a razor to shave the fur off her tongue. Elves must have knitted a tiny sweater and placed it there for warmth during her spinning slumber.

A glass bottle fell to the porcelain sink and shattered, startling her. This hammering headache was bound to linger longer than the temporary fun from the night before.

 

100 Word Challenge:  Fun

Photo:  Image Catalog via Flickr

 

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3 responses to “Hanging Way Over

  1. I’ve been visited by those same elves on occasion… I don’t like them, they are no fun.

  2. Rhonda Faris

    Love it. So True. You captured the feeling so well. Good job.

  3. Amy Martin

    Love it

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