Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
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Your three words today are:
HEAVE
STRAIN
STRUGGLE
After a wild weekend of non-stop partying Marcus had the dry heaves on Monday morning. This was nothing new as most Monday mornings started out with Marcus kneeling before the toilet bowl and retching. He retched so hard this time that he strained is esophagus…or something.
It hurt like hell.
Clearly, Marcus struggled with alcohol. He knew it, his family and friends knew it, and most every bartender in town knew it. The trouble was, Marcus didn’t care. He’d gone through rehab a couple of times — just to appease them and get them off his back — and of course it didn’t take. Marcus didn’t want to quit drinking or explore the reasons booze was #1 in his life. He simply wanted to be left alone.
But this was not to be. Tuesday evening when he came home from work, there were several cars parked in his drive and an along the street.
Am I having a party I forgot about?
He went inside, half expecting to see a keg and all of his friends. But no. There were his parents, friends, a couple of bartenders he knew but couldn’t place, and some people he didn’t recognize.
It was an intervention and Marcus was pissed.
One of them started talking, introductions or some such, but Marcus didn’t wait. His hand was in his pocket; fingers curled around the butt of .38.
He cocked it, eased it out of his and shot himself in the head.
Brains splattered his mom and everybody.
He felt bad about that.
Whatcha think?