No Pay Check
He was holding two big
bags
of beer bottles
in
both arms.
No
paycheck.
He
was already drunk,
as
a skunk or sailor,
heinous husband,
profligate parent.
She smashed a beer
bottle over his
besotted head.
The floor flooded with
beer, blood and
broken glass.
Screams
summoned
the
doctor who
stitched
without
pain
killers.
He
never felt
anything.
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