Here’s my contribution to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thankyou Priceless Joy for another fun prompt this week!
Oliver Wilde stumbled up the hill, too depleted of energy to take anything beyond the smallest steps necessary to keep himself from toppling over. He stopped and steadied himself on a light pole, waiting for the wave of nausea to subside.
He was in the process of passing out from the smell of his own breath when a loud bang jolted him back to life.
“Hey buddy, over here – in the dumpster.”
Oliver stared at the big blue box sitting in front of him, unsure of his next move.
The dumpster’s lid was slightly open, so he leaned forward to peer inside. “Hello?”
“Can you give me a hand in here?” a voice echoed from inside.
He pushed open the lid of the dumpster to find there was nothing in it except for an empty beer bottle.
I must be drunk, he thought, scratching his head. “I need help”.
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