Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction.
Come, sure the first sip might be nasty, but give it a try.
I’ve been out of the loop, my friends. Life has been pitching some wicked sliders. Be that as it may…
Here’s my contribution:
He Called Himself Evan Williams
Humans are pack animals after all; they need companionship to survive, or risk insanity. For Tripp Bennet the habit started as a way to obtain company while travelling for work. He found it quite easy. Any night in every town there’s always a meeting. Tripp would arrive after things had started, noticeably fidget while fingering his white coin, then leave before the close. Inevitably, someone would follow. Tripp didn’t care who, he was equal opportunity. ‘What’s your name’ and ‘how long you been sober’ would lead to more, even if the mark resisted.
Tripp suffered a mighty thirst.