Frances Elizabeth Walker (callmeelly) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-05-15 23:17:00 |
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Mother's day hadn't bothered her. She'd gone through the day just like it was any other day. Like nothing was different. She wasn't even sure why the holiday just sailed by almost without notice. But today was different. Today was her mother's birthday. They always did something special for her mom. Made a cake or cooked breakfast or something. The emotions built up until she really, really needed a drink. She'd been at the pub drinking since a little before midnight. She stuck with rum for now. Drinking directly from the bottle. When that bottle was gone, she got up and went behind the bar. A little bit of moving bottles around and she found another bottle of rum. She then started to head over to one of the tables. She planned to finish that bottle before trying to head back to her apartment. She hummed to herself as she moved around the pub, not realizing that her phone had turned on. About halfway across the room, she tripped on one of the chairs. She kept hold of the bottle so it wouldn't shatter but she went down herself, sending a couple of chairs sliding and hitting the floor on her back. She laughed and just lay there on the floor, holding the bottle of rum against her chest. |