The Bottle Spins
Aug 9th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Screw you!” I scream through bloody cracked lips.
He turns his head and looks at me curled up on the cold granite floor. He smiles. Ash from his cigarette drops onto his cheap suit. He carefully brushes it off, not once taking his eyes off me.
On the floor by his feet is an empty wine bottle lying on its side. Slowly, he bends down and spins it once more.
We all watch its slow revolution, desperately praying it won’t point in our direction.
God is not with me today. My silent prayer goes unanswered.
It was my turn again.
From Guest Contributor Mike Jackson
Mike lives in the UK and enjoys writing short tales, especially Drabbles. Many of his offerings can be found on his blog ‘Stories In Your Pocket.’
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