For A to Z 2015 I will be posting flash fiction, all random, all the crazy musings of a crazy mind. Hope you like them.
D is for Dead Drunk
The man stumbled to the side, gripping the side of the wall as he went. There were others there, but they were in the same state, which explains why they didn’t notice. He faltered again, that time to the floor, that time to his end.
Some noticed then.
Noticed his hand gripping his side, noticed his blood spilled on the ground. Noticed the door in the back close, the door to the alley just behind the bar.