Micro Monday: "Single Dim Thought"
Single Dim Thought
You should drink, his father said. Covers up all of life's woes.
He never drank, unlike his father’s prodigious binges. Never had any interest, never saw the need, never wanted to be like his father. Yet his father pressed on, going so far as giving him an engraved silver flask for his eighteenth birthday.
For James, upon becoming a man.
Four years later, his father gone, he found himself in a bar—or actually behind it, bleeding in piercing pain. Thinking about the flask, empty and safe at home in his dresser drawer, safe as he should have been.