Liam
I just want one more chance
Liam was past tipsy and well on his way to drunk when the stag stumbled into the clearing. It was a beautiful buck, really: old, with grey around his eyes and too many points on his antlers to count. If he’d been sober, he’d have lamented that he’d missed such a hunting opportunity. Near-drunk, he simply sat and stared.
Was the elk alone, he wondered? Was this some kind of sign, some signal of where he was headed in life? The soldier lifted the bottle to his lips once more, downing more of the whiskey. It didn’t burn quite so much anymore. He was becoming immune, as he always did when he was like this. It was something he’d look back on later and regret, but for now, it was the only thing he knew to do to keep the nightmares at bay.
Was the elk alone, he wondered? Was this some kind of sign, some signal of where he was headed in life? The soldier lifted the bottle to his lips once more, downing more of the whiskey. It didn’t burn quite so much anymore. He was becoming immune, as he always did when he was like this. It was something he’d look back on later and regret, but for now, it was the only thing he knew to do to keep the nightmares at bay.
To put my arms in fragile hands
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