My Danny

Dark eyelashes batted and pale lips widened as her bottle of Jack Daniels met her mouth. Her eyebrows creased as her cheeks filled out. She was always sipping at something, but today she had gone for something stronger. I knew she wouldn’t last long on the stuff, she’d be asleep before the bottle was empty. But I didn’t mind. She was always so pretty when she was asleep, my Annie, always so damn pretty.