They always had liquor cabinets, but this one really took the cake. I mean, top shelf stuff. There was no ice in the freezer – but then again, there hadn’t been much ice for about 7 years now. No matter. Scotch was best drunk off the rocks anyway.
I poured myself a hefty tumbler and raised my glass to the pair of empty shoes in the kitchen. “Thank you, whoever you are, for the Earth. Wherever you are right now, my friend, rest assured we’re doing just fine down here.”
It’s finally happened…I’ve turned 100,000 (in binary)! Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below. Photo prompt is copyright Sarah Potter.