He felt the shit splatter. All over his butt. And spray the floor around the toilet. He didn’t care. He wiped, flushed, did a cursory wipe of the toilet seat, and then staggered to the wall, soothing his aching head on the cool wall. He wouldn’t a need new Depends, thank God.
He popped another Percocet and checked his hair in the mirror. Wiping and adjusting his jacket, he took a deep breath and opened the door. He pasted a smile on his face and went back into the party.
He didn’t realize yet that it had happened. He’d entered Percocet Hell where the only way back to life would be worse than death.
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Thank you to Marilyn Armstrong for sponsoring SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 #13 – ON OLD CAPE COD . We are asked to write a story without boundaries to her prompt(s) (or anything else of our own fancy) and post a link to our story here.