She was out late again

by Randal L. Schwartz

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It was nearly half past two when Mary poured herself through the door. She had been out partying with the girls again—her usual Thursday-night group.

I tugged her clothes off, including the white T-shirt with the red-wine spill down the front, and dragged her up the landing to her bedroom. She tried to mumble something about dogs and horses, but I knew she would be in no shape to help with the chores in the morning.

My roommate, the lush.

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  1. She was out late again

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    Posted about 1 year ago

    I hate to say this but I thought you were taking this story in a whole other direction until the ‘my room-mate, the lush’ comment. (Glad you didn’t!!) However, this is too short for me to get a feel for your writing. I like quite a few of the descriptions, though ‘poured through the doorway’ is somewhat cliche..
    Take this a bit farther so I can see your mind. Right now it is as though we met at a bar, said ‘Hi’, and you called it a night..

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