His liver had been in a miserable condition and had almost given up, not able to hold with his addiction for alcohol. He was advised to give up drinking if he wished to live.
He had been a teetotaler for six months now and was extremely happy. More for she finally said yes to him.
And to celebrate his happiness, he thought of having one small peg. Just one. He promised himself.
He was looking forward to a new beginning with his love of life. He didn’t want to ruin it already. Surely, one peg won’t do any harm.
But, when did that one peg result in two full bottles, he had no idea.
He might have quenched his hungry addiction for alcohol. But, the fire inside him had just begun. Hungry to turn him to ashes soon.
Very soon.
(Word Count: 147)
Linking up with Tina and Mayuri for #FridayFotoFiction.
OMG thats the demon of addiction. Terrible! Thanks for linking up with #FridayFotoFiction.
Addiction of anything is terrible. Thanks for the super prompt. 🙂
This is happening to an acquaintance of mine right now! The story gave me goosebumps!
Great take on the prompt, Rashi.
Thank you for writing for #FridayFotoFiction
Thanks much, Mayuri. Such a feedback really boosts up a writer’s morale. I really hope your acquaintance realises the evils of addiction.
Thanks for an amazing prompt. Your #FridayFotoFiction prompts are really good. I enjoy writing for each of them. 🙂
Old and bad habits dont die at all! Poignant tale, Rashi!
I agree, Anagha. Thanks much. Cheers!