I pull my body out from under the covers like I’m pulling a blade from my stomach. So hungover. Sharp pains on either side of my head. A weird sloshy feeling in my abdomen. But in this bed I feel safe like I am in a cellar with only one way out, that has a door with four bolts on it. Locked shut. But my alarm keeps ringing. Ringing. RINGING. RINGING! God dammit. And so I get up, and turn the thing off, only to watch my guts run from my body and spill out over these sheets. I look down at the mess on my bed. Fuck. I hold the rest of my intestines in with a hand pressed to the wound, but I can’t hold all of it. I start to feel lightheaded. And woozy. And then I fall back into bed and fall back asleep.
Under the Covers
Posted bylou rasmusPosted inShort StoriesTags:#creative-writing, #Drunk, #fiction, #Flash-Fiction, #micro-fiction, #poetry, #prose, #Writer, hungover
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Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon. View more posts
Intense … and ironic. Strangely tragic yet funny in retrospect, with the twist casually given away in the opening image.
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glad you liked it. thanks for reading Eleanor
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Great imagery.
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thanks George
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Vignettes that are studies in imagery are at hteir near best when they waffle between realities. Funny what your mind will tell you about what you thought you knew.
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very funny
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Well done
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thanks Anthony
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😱my head spin out of imaginary
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cool. just what i was going for
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Been there , done that too many times for my own good!
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that’s probably not a good thing. But happy to know someone can relate
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” I look down at the mess on my bed. Fuck. I hold the rest of my intestines in with a hand pressed to the wound, but I can’t hold all of it.”
This is brilliant imagery, Lou.
I’ve never had a hangover like this, and now, I hope I never do. 😐
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i don’t recommend it. but im glad you got something from it
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Lou’s description of the reality of life is excellent…and damn near unique.
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Dude, prunes, no matter how many you eat, will not get you high.
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will have to try it
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Yep, that was moonshine, alright.
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fucking hell, it seems like it was
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