3 word challenge.Friendship, stool, town.Mike was sitting at the bar of his local pub drinking whisky like there was no tomorrow. He’d had a bad day at work and needed to let off some steam. There were only a couple of holiday makers in the pub and they were sitting in front of the roaring log fire across the other side of the room. At this time of year the town could be really quiet and the locals enjoyed the few months of having their town back to themselves. It also meant that there wasn’t much work so the bosses in most of the businesses in town were only waiting for an excuse to let people go. Mike was afraid he’d given his boss that reason today when he hit him, well Mike reasoned, the pompus idiot had it coming. He shifted on his stool and the legs wobbled for a split second before sliding away and leaving him sitting on the floor. There was a snigger from the other side of the room, Mike pulled himself back onto his feet and glared at the tourists. They fell silent. This day wasn’t getting any better for him. It seemed today the only friendship he would get was from his whiskey glass as he waved the empty glass at the landlord who dutifully refilled it for him.Tomorrow would be a better day, he knew it would just as long as he woke up.
Source: Friendship, Stool, Town.