Hi everyone, here is this weeks installment of Five Sentence Fiction. The prompt word is Memories and I'm a little late to the game. So forcing the strains of a certain Broadway show tune out of my head, I'll press on.
The uppercut to my chin was so powerful, I left the floor and flew back about five feet.
My brain must have been bouncing around my skull as I sailed backwards, it shook all manner of things out into my consciousness; I saw the bright red bike my parents gave me for Christmas in '64, I could smell the perfume that Annie wore and how her breath smelled like chocolate mint milkshake when I leaned in to kiss her after the school dance in '70, I remembered the look on her face when I told her I was stepping out with her best friend Mary later that year, I felt the heft of my first pay packet at the mill in '72 and the sweet taste of the first beer I bought with the money I had earned myself.
I remembered a lot of beer bottles, some good memories, but mostly bad; still yet the bottles rose up in front of me clinking and clunking and smelling stale, rising higher and higher in my minds eye that I could no longer see the top, confirming to me that I had become an obnoxious, hapless drunk and Mr Uppercut was the latest in a long line of people I had been obnoxious at.
I landed on my backside and slid backwards with my head hitting the wood of the bar, snapping me out of my momentary reverie while he bore down on me with fists clenched and eyes full of nothing but the thought of me knotted up like a human pretzel.
I rolled to the side to avoid a well aimed kick in the crotch, spat out my tooth, stood up with my fists raised and resolved that if I got out of this one with everything intact, I'd look Annie up, just to say sorry and maybe invite her out for a... well, let's say a milkshake for starters.
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