(Author’s note: No major announcements. Still working on short story. Taking longer than I hoped. But that’s cool. Enjoy an interesting story here.)
Somebody Put Something In My Drink
by Miles H. Rost
Bud Murray was the oblivious barfly.
He was always at the end of Charlie’s Bar, drinking his riches away. And no one paid mind to him. It was the 1960s, no one really cared.
A dull-colored liquid in a shotglass perched itself in front of his lips. He sniffed. Smelled normal. He took it and knocked it back.
Within a minute, his shoulder moved. Then his arm. He started staggering around the bar, out of his mind.
That was the last thing he remembered before he woke up, tied down to a bed.
He looked at a nurse, and yelled the only word on his mind.
Look it up!