Going Out

I woke up with a headache. My mouth reeked of stale beer, and good god smelled like rotted death. I look at the time on my phone 9:58 AM.

Grumbling “Why the fuck did I eat those wings” doesn’t ease the pain as I wash my face in the hotel room sink. The handcuffs from last night still on the counter.

Suddenly piercing hot white light floods the room and the walls burst open like a cannon. Police barge into my room screaming commands….

 

Intro to a short story of mine.

 

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