Karl

The incessant buzzing of my phone’s alarm is drowned out by the pounding

inside my head—a lingering reminder of last night’s… festivities.

Why did I think that having one more whiskey was a good idea? I was already

pretty drunk last night by the time I got home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about

Abby.

In a feeble attempt to drown those thoughts out and get some sleep, I guess I

thought one more drink was the way to go. I still remember raiding the minibar in

my apartment and pouring a rather tall glass of whiskey—no ice—which I

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proceeded to knock back while giving half of my attention to a crappy movie I

found on N*****x.

Oh, how I wish I didn’t drink that whiskey. I feel like shit, and I’m not even fully

awake yet.

the red

at me: 7:15 a.m.

my eyes and yawning. “I’m never drinking

wolf grumbles inside of me, equally as perturbed by my

week from now, you’ll

never hurt anybody.’”

eyes, running a hand through my unkempt

drinking a sleeping pill or something.

and yet I also feel

you should get

on Abby

mention of her name sends

last night come flooding back in. She looked

to me in the alley, leaning against

sunset in the

badly, but I couldn’t

especially not when she has this competition to

about today.

I say, although hesitantly. “But I don’t think it’s

probably already at the studio,

competition. I’ll see her later while I’m

competition from the audience.”

Abby

everybody. I figure she will be

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