After Party

After Party

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Al Forbes (A Mixed Bag) for providing this week’s challenging photo.

April 22 2018
Photo Credit: Al Forbes

I wake to the sound of dogs barking. An ambulance wails in the distance. With each beat of my heart, the pain in my head intensifies. If I could just throw up.


There was a party, I was with Charlie. I remember drinking wine. Was it one glass…two? A whole bottle?

I am not sure where I am, but it is not my bed. Too hard and cold. Ah, the bathroom floor.

I feel something sticky against my cheek.

I open my eyes. The light intensifies my nausea.

I swear on my mother’s grave I will never drink again.

I hear a muffled voice and I call out.


It’s not Charlie’s voice that answers.

“Tess, I’m officer Kendall. Can you hear me?”

I grunt. Why is there a cop at my house?’

“Tess, you’ve been shot. We are taking you to the hospital, but first, I have a few questions.”

A matter-of-fact voice announces, “Male victim, gunshot to the head.”

Charlie’s dead?

I start to remember.


Crying. Screaming.

A gun.

My finger on the trigger. One pull, then two.

Officer Kendall patiently asks, “What started the argument, Tess?”

It started with a glass of wine.