Fiction

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A bottle laid open was evaporating along with my brain. I didn’t know where I was nor what had happened. I rolled over to my back and reached into my jacket pocket for anything that might give me a clue to where I was. Empty pockets, an opened liquor bottle barely wet, and a pristine kitchen as far as I could see was the picture of my present environment. I had a splitting headache that worsened as I stood up. Looking around…