[pirate witch]: 524.Contest Entries.Five Words 4

This entry won first place in the may contest of five words

Peter was the only person I knew who put sugar in his whisky. My other friends just downed it in one gulp, trying to maintain an expressionless face as the alcohol scorched through their systems. But Peter would mix raw cane sugar in, each crystal making dots on the drink's surface before dissolving. Sometimes I wondered if I was the only one who noticed this, if I was the only one who watched him while he drank. When Peter killed himself, I was the last one to be called. The shower water had turned cold the second I heard the ringing start, and I slipped in a puddle on the floor when I ran to get the phone. The answering machine, a gadget I still regret purchasing, picked up instead. At Peter's apartment, the four of us stood around his body, no one saying a word. On the floor, next to his bluish toes, was a glass of whisky. There was so much sugar in it that it was cloudy.