“Tequila ain’t a drug,” he says. He tilts my head back, pours the shot down my throat.
I cough. “It tastes horrible!”
“The best do.” He whisks me onto the crowded dance floor, where the people barely dance. Women rhythmically arch their backs while men rub their crotches against anything female until the front of their pants become too tight.
I spot two couples stumbling toward the women’s bathroom. Nobody cares which is the boy and girl. I have the sudden urge to dunk my head in the toilet, but I keep grinding. I don’t want him to follow me.
word count: 100
—Nortina
Join Moral Mondays, a new weekly challenge to write a 100-word fable or story based on the moral/lesson provided in the prompt. This week’s moral: say no to drugs.
I enjoyed this approach Nortina so well done and the message so clearly stated.
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