This is part one of a nine part series I will be publishing over the next several weeks. Please comment, question, critique, and criticize. With your help, I hope to work this into a successful story.
In the Pit of Her Stomach
Sally walked home from her usual hangout, stumbling and singing: Bud Light, Miller Light, Michelob Light, Incorporated. We’re gonna drink it! Despite being off-tune, Sally repeated her song, snapping her fingers and bobbing her head along with her off-beat. She danced through her dark neighborhood. Nearly to her duplex she waved to Mrs. Johnson just as her high-heel shoe caught a crack in the sidewalk. She stumbled and recovered.
“Careful,” warned Mrs. Johnson as she opened the door to her old Olds. “Don’t need to start working ‘fore I get there. Two to eleven is bad enough without tending to my own.”
Sally giggled and hiccuped “I’m okay, Mrs. J!” She yelled a little loud for the otherwise quiet neighborhood. The Johnson’s beagle howled in response. “You don’t need to worry about me going to your ER,” Sally whispered. She took off her shoes and walked the remaining short distance barefoot. Sally made it into her bed, safe and sick to her stomach.
To Be Continued…