After Two Bottles
In a pace of anxiety I hurried to a Bar. My patience was impatient so I ignored my faulty Car. Via a pencil of hand signal, I drew the attention of the Waiter. Smiles were exchanged & he jotted my order Data.
It was just two bottles of an apex Alcohol. I thought I had the bones to cope but my ability didn't Call. Minutes after consumption, my eyes became Foggy. It was just two bottles! but the situation was near Ugly.
Ugly was it, when I informed a lady of the two big boils situated on her Chest. She slapped me passionately & her hand was a Crest. My brain took a stroll while I honoured the invitation of a Gutter To be drunk is deadly! For the liquid smelled like Butter.
By Olowo Tosin John