One More Bottles

“It’s a long way back up” Simon was down.   His hand broke his fall. Or the fall broke his hand. … maybe both.   He’s down.

“It’s the fifth time this month you hit do wasted you can’t walk!  That’s enough! ” Carla was ready to go back upstairs.  “I ought to leave you on the street like a dog. What the hell are all those bottles doing out here? !”

“Wooow, you said fifth. .. they’re all fifths.   Well when they had booze in them.   I need a drink.  Help me up, will ya.”  He stares forward at his glasses on the ground.   Shaking his hand. Hoping for feeling to return.

“Damn, that’s gonna hurt later.   I wonder where those glasses went.”

Crunch!