PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young
I enter the first door with a neon sign over it, sit at the bar, and order Magners with a shot of whisky on the side. As the burn rolls down to my gullet, I notice photographs above the shelves of pretty poisons. Photos of laughing patrons in goofy costumes for holiday parties. Parties where drunks pretend it’s a harmless game but know it’s license to wild; license to fuckery.
Tonight he’d returned home, stumbling, at midnight, wearing his Thor costume, smelling of rum and pussy. I planted my Mjölnir in the middle of his forehead, dialed 9-1-1, and left.
[100 words]
Notes: Mjölnir is the name of Thor’s hammer. 9-1-1 is the emergency dispatch number where I live.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the magnanimous host of Friday Fictioneers.
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How graphic is that last paragraph! 🙂 Well done.
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Thanks, Sandra!
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Bitter. This added a new dimension to coming home drunk and getting ‘hammered’ (very very drunk).
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lmao! As Popeye said, “It’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more.” One of the joys of writing fiction is that anything goes. (I finished my short story, btw!)
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Hmm aren’t you hammered too ?
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If you’re talking about the character, I think she’s working on it…
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Brutal! Despite his faults, I’m not sure this was the answer!
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Iain, it is hyperbole and shock tactics, which is fun to do in fiction. He may have deserved it, but in civilized society not everybody gets what they deserve and too many get what they don’t deserve. Thanks much, love your comment.
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The dispassionate tone is perfect
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Thank you very much, Neil. I also think there is a bit of irony in there, that’s she’s sitting in the very type of place he came from, drinking the very same poison.
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What a gut wrenching story/ Graphic to the core1 Loved every bit of it.
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Thanks much, Neel. Gotta throw a shocker in there every once in a while. It’s a great way for me to safely vent.
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Guess he didn’t know what his spouse was made of!
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I guess not! 🙂 Thanks, Clare.
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I suspect the spouse in my crashing house of cards felt the same way. I like your story and the language was appropriate for the mood in this piece.
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I suspect you’re right, Tracey 🙂 Thanks much. I usually don’t like to go “full frontal” with profanity, but like you said I thought it was appropriate to this story.
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Revenge! I’m thinking somehow of Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, but in reverse. (K)
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Sad but well told story. I’m afraid versions of it all to often happen in reality. Alcohol can be highly destructive!
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Thank you, Christian, and you’re right.
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Comes the day when enough is enough…
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Thanks, Dale!
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Dear Lisa,
Poetic justice, I’d say. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, thank you very much.
Shalom,
Lisa
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You’re very welcome, Lisa.
Shalom again,
Rochelle
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Revenge such as that comes with consequences – she’d have done better just to leave the cheating b*gger!
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Yes it does and yes she should have left him long before this point. Thanks for reading and for the great image this week. Do you collect jokers?? (the non-human kind)
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Ouch. That last line is a killer. Nice use of the hammer!
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Thanks, Laurie 🙂
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I can think of worse ways to go. At least he had one last night of fuckery. I hope she dressed as Loki when she smashed his head.
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lmao! May be!
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Well that’s going to leave a mark.
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LMAO
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Excellent, Lisa.
I thought of this when I saw your language warning: A local bookstore I frequent uses signs to cover things naughty: “Just A Little Sweary.” I may use that in my next piece when such cautions are appropriate.
I suppose one can get “hammered” in so many different (and contradictory) ways. And now I know the name of Thor’s hammer. Just don’t ask me to say it. But in the end, it was the literal hammer. 🙂
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Lovely comment, Bill. Thank you so much.
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Fingers crossed she gets away with it! I won’t tell, promise!
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haha! That’s mighty nice of you, Keith. I am thinking she probably won’t, but stranger things have happened (e.g. OJ.)
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Well done. Let’s hope she doesn’t get caught.
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Thank you, Athling!
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Ha – totally new look at being ‘hammered’ like it 🙂
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Thanks much, AJ! That should have been the title, I think.
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The last sentence made me laugh my ass off…
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🙂 I know it’s about Second Degree Murder and/or Assault with Intent to Do Great Bodily Harm, but it wasn’t meant to be a grim story. Writing is such a good way to vent.
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Well…he deserved that whack.
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hammered again? hope he got back home safe for another day.
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He got the double whammy that night. We’ll see…
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Graphic and chilling!
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Yes it is! Thanks for taking a chance on reading after the warning.
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Oh, dear, that took a turn for the worse. Nice one.
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Thanks, Brit 🙂
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