[Eleanor]: 668.Contest entries.Five Words.September 2007

Screwed

     Arthur was drunk again. Not that he was often inebriated, it just seemed that lately his life was headed in a tailspin, going from bad to worse to disastrous and the only way to keep above it all was to drink, to keep the edges of the picture fuzzy and to bumble about in a state of oblivion. It had all begun to spiral downward when he woke up from an afternoon nap to find that he and all his belongings had been moved to the sidewalk, his girlfriend and landlord up above him on the balcony, kissing passionately for all the world to see.