Microfiction VIII

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He had the bottle of whisky hidden in the storeroom, behind a box of cereal. When the wife was gone for more than a few minutes –to get her eyebrows done or to take her evening shower — he quickly poured a drink and gulped it down. That worked. Till the in-laws arrived.

Then, he stopped caring. The rasam saadham and the glass of whisky were often seen flirting with each other.

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2 Responses to “Microfiction VIII”

  1. Alan Smithee Says:

    He is like me. Does he drink warm beer too?

  2. I Says:

    Ellam logs in same pond.

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