The Morning After

She collapsed on the sofa, kicked off her red boots and threw the boat key on top of the coffee table. She remembered the movie Die Hard and dug her toes into the cool carpet. I need a drink.

While stumbling into the small kitchen, her head drummed to the beat of her heart. Her clammy hands shook as she unscrewed the bottle of Jim Beam. She poured herself a triple.

She glanced at the clock and then across the room at the TV remote. No. I won’t turn it on.

She pressed the power button and smiled.

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Dawn broke across the crashing surf as a bloated body rolled in with the tide. Soon, a crowd and TV crew gathered. “It’s another floater,” said the officer.

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You gotta see this video. The Ukulele Orchestra “kills it!”

Are you an ambulance chaser or do you keep moving?

Photo prompt by Susan Wenzel