New Year’s Day In The Bedsit, by Ian Fletcher

(F.F.F. Website Story)


Bloody cat.

What! 3 p.m.?



Toilet. Seeing the vomit on the rim, he remembers all.

Lunchtime pint with Max and Harry. He’d do the shopping later. But they’d continued boozing, ending up at a party to welcome in the New Year.

That sexy blonde! Mandy? Sandy? He’d chatted her up, but she’d gone home with Harry.


Oh well, he’ll make a cup of tea.

Damn, no milk.

Ow! The hangover. No aspirin.

Why hadn’t he gone shopping?

“Meow!” No cat food, naturally.

He goes back to bed, but can’t sleep with Felix scratching the mattress, meowing accusingly.


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