I hold my breath as I hear the whistling approach of the postman, exhaling as he passes my door. Nothing for me today.
I unscrew the whisky, although it is not yet ten o clock, and lie to myself that I will only drink a drop. It’s not as if I have any plans. Besides, this bottle is the only thing I have to open today.
I chink ice cubes into a crystal glass – it’s my birthday after all – and wait for the warm bloom of alcohol to flush the loneliness away.
I check my silent phone. Thirty Facebook friends hope I have an awesome day.
So why am I alone?
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.
My inspiration for this weeks story came from the drops of water. I immediately thought of intending to drink ‘just a drop’, but finishing the bottle. I do find it sad that often people no longer send birthday cards or pick up the phone, instead relying on social media to get a message across. Do we really know how are family and friends are feeling right now, behind their status updates?