Hangover (The Drinker) by Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec (Courtesy of www.toulouse-lautrec-foundation.org)
I wish the wall was a better conversationalist. I poured it another whiskey, added a rock to it – the ice kind. The stones mortared together forming the outside wall with the dirty window wasn’t a cannibal. Taking back the glass it had been working on for the past hour, I tossed back what the wall hadn’t drunk. Not really a proper thing to do as a bartender, but there was no bar and, if there had been, I was in no shape to tend it.
(words 85; first published 11/20/2023 – written for a Facebook group prompt. Aim is 50 words.)