Minimal (100 Word Story)

Through cluttered alleys, passing brick apartments belching ghostly deluges of steam high above, Dan staggered towards home, hands locked into coat pockets. With inebriation overcoming civil sensibility he began venting grievances that were burning inside.
“frigid BITCH” he squalled painfully as he brought a scuffed boot violently to a discarded box among the litter. “A guy like me” he slurred loudly, as much to himself as to his unsuspecting audience in the houses nearby “can… NEVER get some” The boot swung again but hit nothing, throwing him off balance, so that he toppled over onto the filth of the alleyway.

via Daily Prompt: Minimal

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