Wine drabble: (back flash- Cassie and Leah are in California)
I took another sip of the wine bottle that I was holding in my right hand. My left hand was supporting my weight on the island in my kitchen.
Every time I screwed up, I took a sip. It was simple. The bottle was half empty; I had been doing this for about an hour. Every minute I would think of something I did that messed up my life, and I would take another sip- well sip was the wrong word, more like a large mouthful.
To Leah clear water- I thought to myself- "and the biggest mistakes of my stupid life." I said the last bit out loud. Saying my mess ups out loud seemed better, like I was getting rid of them.
"61- Sam!" I took another drink.
"62- being born."
"63- Having sex with Jacob stinking black"
Okay, not all of number 62 was a screw up- I loved Cassie, with all my life, and I don't regret having her, but I messed up, Jacob shouldn't be her father. She should have a better father.
After my 89th gulp of wine, I fell off of the island and on to the floor with a loud bang.
I laughed at the shooting pain that was coming from my head.
Luckily the wine hadn't spilt; it was still in the bottle.
"Momma?" Cassie said as she stumbled into the kitchen.
"Momma, what were you counting?"
90- Talking out loud! I said the last one only mentally as I took another drink of the wine.