Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January is: “glass.” Use the word “glass,” or find something that’s made of it and use that in your post. Have fun!
She swirled the wine in her glass. Red, white, it all tasted the same. Left her mouth bitter and her soul even more so. She didn’t drink to forget – the usual caveat – she drank to remember. To make sure no slight, no insult, no slap was forgotten. She kept them all toted up; each spiteful feeling piled upon the next. Envy, jealousy, lust – remember how each cut like a razor against the skin. Inadequacies, failures, losses burned in her throat like cheap wine from a large glass jug.
She uncurled her legs, numb from non-movement, to fetch another clear or green-glassed bottle from the stainless steel fridge. She caught her reflection in the mirror – Alice’s looking-glass. She threw her half empty glass at the horror that stared back. The cut crystal shattered, red wine slithered down the antiseptic white wall. But the mirror remained whole – un-cracked. “The next glass,” she thought, kicking at the shards with her toes. “I’ll remember my aim with the next glass.”