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A 100 word story by

MrBinks

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Pete’s Last Order

It had been a crazy night. 

The drinks had been flowing since before they even reached the pub. A few dubious looking shots before they set off, and on the train a swig or three of whatever Matt had put in a Coca Cola bottle.

Aaron had lost a shoe before 10 o’clock, Greg had been sick outside an established restaurant and at some point James had fallen asleep under a table. Come midnight Sam was drawing on his own head.

At 01:17, Pete shakily sank a rum and coke. He had no idea it would be his last.

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Responses to “Pete’s Last Order”

  1. Neil MacDonald

    Yeah, but great way to go Pete

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  2. James McEwan

    A wild night like no other. Sad ending, or is this warning to the dangers of over indulgence.

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  3. Clare Hempstead

    It sounds like he was lucky to last as long as he did!

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  4. Keith’s Ramblings

    Was the coke from Matt’s bottle with its mysterious ingredient I wonder!

    I was reminded of the time one of my customers passed away in my pub one evening.

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  5. plaridel

    at least, he didn’t know what was coming. ignorance was bliss.

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  6. msjadeli

    MrBink, as I was reading I was thinking this will be a night they will all laugh about in years to come. But no.

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    1. Nancy ~ The Sicilian Storyteller

      Lisa, sorry to contact you here but I am unable to comment on your site …. not just for FF but for everything. I’ve read other people are having trouble commenting in general. Just letting you know.

      Excuse the interruption Mr B!

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      1. msjadeli

        Nancy I’m on a different browser now (Edge) with the new computer. I still have Mozilla and may try using that tomorrow to see if it helps. Thanks for the heads-up. So frustrating!

      2. Dawn M. Miller

        I’ve been having problems for weeks now, all over WP.

      3. Nancy ~ The Sicilian Storyteller

        It seems to have gotten worse since I contacted WP! 😂

      4. Dawn M. Miller

        I just keep waiting for them to fix it, but yes, every day it something new. Today, every time I comment on the blog, not here in the feed, it tells me I already said that. But that’s better than before when it said “something went wrong”. Or worse is Lisa’s where I can’t comment at all!

    2. Nancy ~ The Sicilian Storyteller

      Lisa, sorry to contact you here but I am unable to comment on your site …. not just for FF but for everything. I’ve read other people are having trouble commenting in general. Just letting you know.

      Excuse the interruption Mr B!

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      1. Nancy ~ The Sicilian Storyteller

        Take heart, Lisa. It’s not just you. People were having problems commenting on other posts, not just yours. I believe it’s a WP thing.

      2. MrBinks

        I’ve become a public forum! 😉

      3. Nancy ~ The Sicilian Storyteller

        You’re our only hope. Obi Wan!

        Sorry Mr B. Damn WordPress is at it again.

      4. MrBinks

        Ha!

      5. Nancy ~ The Sicilian Storyteller

        You’re our only hope. Obi Wan!

        Sorry Mr B. Damn WordPress is at it again.

      6. MrBinks

        Ha ha!

  7. granonine

    I wonder how long it took his mates to realize he had died!

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  8. rochellewisoff

    Dear Mr. B,

    A perfect example of paying for one’s thrills. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  9. Nancy ~ The Sicilian Storyteller

    Neat little twisteroo there, Mr. B

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  10. Dawn M. Miller

    This is so horrible. Were they all murdered? It seems so. Why? Who?

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  11. Violet Lentz

    I thoroughly enjoyed the listening experience. Thank you

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    1. MrBinks

      Thanks for listenin!

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