Written for a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details can be found at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/10/10/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-11-2016/
Mildred needed her evening potion. The day had been enough. The clock never let her breath. Too many ‘one more’things at work. The oven decided to run hot today and produce the well done dinner of shoe leather texture. The realization that she can’t just abandon her family. There was one cure.
Mildred pulled out the step stool. At the top of the shelves rests liquid muscle relaxer. Antares, the eye of the bull when you look skyward. But looking toward the ceiling, it’s just Merlot. She moves quiet not to draw attention. Lest she have another job of cocktail waiteress. He’s the very reason she has to hide the bottle where work is required to have a glass.