The whiskey relaxed Joe. He could face the head now. Its hack marks said Bilinskii but he'd been in jail since '52.
He knocked back more, like your dad, the bloated face accused. Staring back, he suddenly thought, 'How old would Bilinskii kids be now?'
The dropped bottle rolled away.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.