Same Shit, Different Day

He watched her leaving.

Again.

Her shadow stretched long and she promised to never come back.

Again.

He sought out his hidden flask of whiskey, its cold fire was his only comfort.

Again.

Another cheeky little 33 word story for , Trifecta’s weekend challenge. I love these 33 word challenges, you need to be so precise. This weekend’s prompt was to complete the following story in 33 words:

‘It wasn’t the first time.’

Without including those words in the story. Unless they just weren’t counted against the word limit, in that case please imagine them at the start of the story…

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6 thoughts on “Same Shit, Different Day

  1. Diane Turner says:

    Wonderful, as usual. Love the line about her shadow. So visual and sensory. Excellent.

  2. TheOthers1 says:

    This made me think of the Aerosmith song Crazy.

  3. debseeman says:

    You’ve packed a whole lot in 33 words. The flask is a great precise touch to convey the desperation of loss.

  4. Libby says:

    Nice! I think you should put those 5 words at the beginning – if you look in the comments at the Trifecta website they clarified the directions a bit…

  5. Sad but true how so many people turn to alcohol in times of trouble.

  6. trifectawriting says:

    You’re such a talented writer, Chris. I look forward to your posts each challenge, and I’m grateful that you continue to lend them to us. I loved the cold fire.

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