BLOG 182: ‘A CLASS ABC COCKTAIL’

Today’s blog is a piece of microfiction that focuses on a new character I’ve been working on. I ocassionally like to write a little microfiction but with this character I’m enjoying the anger and the fiestiness. I’m kind of tempted to expand a little bit – maybe to a short story?

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A CLASS ABC COCKTAIL

Whilst Mam was pregnant with me, ‘Dad’ thought it would be a clever idea to overdose on a class ABC drug cocktail. In the last 25 years, Mam worked 2-3 jobs at a time at various local businesses that enjoyed taking a steaming hot shit on her ego. I would watch her come and go, see the light in her, what were, tired eyes when she reminded me of how much I look like my father. She only has one photo and although I know what she means, I feel like I couldn’t ever be like anybody I’ve never met – and she didn’t know him all that long either. Not long enough to know he was a complete junkie anyway. I guess I’m mad at him, which you might have picked up on. It just pisses me off because I figured he didn’t want to meet me, and he didn’t care if Mam was left in the shit… which she was.


If you enjoyed this piece, you can read more of my work via the website or previous blogs. My debut poetry collection Wallflower is on Amazon and available to order.
Wallflower is a journey through self-discovery to the realisation of the world around you. It is a greeting to those with a fear of belonging, an invitation to outsiders looking in, warm hugs to anyone who has ever loved and lost. A collection of twenty-one poems, brought to you by a fistful of passion from a chaotic mind.

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