Microdosing - 80mg of a Shot
Prompt: Shot
Today on Microdosing our prompt SHOT!
Write a story in 80 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
Two shot glasses filled with bronze liquid stood at the table. Jimmy took them both. Cool night's air filled his lungs as the porch's silence embraced him. A smile crept on his face, and he sat down. Hundreds of conversations—happening here—surged into his mind.
He took a sip; the brown liquid pleasantly burned in his throat. Then he poured the second shot on the ground, letting it soak into the dirt.
"Cheers, Dad," he said, remembering.
I don’t know if this is also done in other parts of the world. But it’s a custom here: when celebrating something and taking a shot, you pour some of the drink on the ground to honor those who can’t take the shots with you anymore.
It was a long day. Life ain't easy when you're 007. Batting at bad guys, stealing secrets and navigating laser beam fields. But when you’re a pro like me, it’s all in a day’s work. The mission? Top secret, of course. By the time I was done, I needed a drink. Something to take the edge off. A strong shot to calm the nerves.
I sat down, sighed deeply, and wrapped my little furry paw around a glass. A shot of milk. I deserve it. That red dot won’t chase itself.
The bolo-tied lout belched his “offer” into Lucy’s ear
“Buy you a Jager popper?”
It was not Lucy’s first cotillion. “Three things about shots.
“One. A lady prefers a single malt.
“Two. A shot is something you don’t have.
“And three.” She nudged his hand off her knee with her Colt pistol. “I’ll give you a 45 count. After which, if your skinny jeans are not on the other side of that door, shot is something you are gonna be.”