Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, and no profit is made from these stories. (But I do have fun writing them! : ) This was originally posted as a response to a challenge at Tobias Charity's Thursday 100 community at LiveJournal.com.
"Damned stuff."
Lennie Briscoe looked at the glass of Dewar's in his hand, knowing that it would be his last. The irony overwhelmed him - at first he'd used the booze to help cope with the stresses of his everyday life. But except for the booze, he was now left with nothing. His wives were both gone; his relationship with his daughters was fractured at best, and seeing death on a daily basis never got any easier as the years went on. All he could do was pick up the tattered pieces of his life and start over.
"You will not control me anymore!"
finis