Drink
Jun 17th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Drink!”
Gunnar raised the cup to his lips, the sickening in his stomach impossible to ignore.
“Drink!”
Gunnar gagged down one more cup, a temporary respite from the bile in his throat.
“Drink!”
Gunnar could barely focus on his hand, let alone make out his fellow revelers. The entire universe had shrunk down to just him and his cup.
“Drink!”
There was echoing laughter as Gunnar collapsed to the floor. It sounded distant, like it was coming from another hall.
“Drink!”
Gunnar’s final thought was that he hoped losing a battle with his cups was good enough to enter Valhalla.
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