Shattered

The phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and answered worry clouding my mind. No one or nothing could’ve prepared me for the sound of your voice nor the anger and hurt spilling forth. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as I stood unmoving, letting the words pierce my soul. Some say time heals; I hope they’re right.
Tilted heart made of lots of jigsaw puzzle pieces
 (Photo credit: Horia Varlan)
It’s been awhile, hope you enjoy my contribution to Lillie McFerrin’s

Five Sentence Fiction – Pieces

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Happy Hour

We’ve all joked about having a stiff one at the end of the day. And I’m sure most of you know Jimmy Buffett’s popular song, “It’s five o’clock somewhere”.
Today it’s time to get drunk. Life can be hard and life can be fun, if you’re drunk it doesn’t matter. Yes, you heard me right. So, I’m gonna dust myself off and grab the gusto while I still can.
Pick a passion, grab it with both hands and hold on for dear life. The word drunk means intoxicated, and under the influence but not just on margaritas. Think of who and what influences you every day. The people, or things that put a smile on your face and help you make it through the night. Then get drunk on life.
My thanks to Flash Fiction Chronicles for reminding me to look for these things today and for the thought provoking works of Charles Baudelaire.
Be Drunk
 
translated by Louis Simpson
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way.
So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. Ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”