A Big Mess (by Visage)

Synopsis:  A story of consequences to one’s actions.

Category:  Bonanza
Genre:  Western
Rating:  G
Word Count:  415 words


 

His head was pounding, his body throbbing with every beat of his heart. His mouth began to salivate with warnings of immanent sickness. 

A groan escaped his throat as he turned over to lie on his back. He tried to open his eyes, but the streaming sunlight through the window only made his head feel as if an axe were chopping through his skull. He flung his arm over his eyes, attempting to calm the sickness inside him. He was in a big mess of trouble.

It had only been a few drinks.  ‘Well…” he admitted in his thoughts, “a few rounds of a few drinks.”  He was supposed to have a fun time at the social.  He hadn’t been outside the confines of the ranch during the long Sierra winter and had been ready to see people again.  “I saw them alright,” he thought bitterly. 

He could hear the lectures he had gotten over the years about the evils of alcohol. From his Pa, from his brothers, even from his friends over the years. He remembered it being called Fire Water by the Paiutes. Alcohol did strange things to a man. Right that moment he would have giving anything to change the fact the he hadn’t heeded any of their warnings.

Then he heard it. The sound of feet coming up the steps.  ‘I’m done for,’ he thought.  He could see his life flash before his eyes…  Either that or it was his headache rearing its ugly head again.  He almost considered reciting some “Our Fathers” before the doomed foot falls stopped in front of his door.

There was a soft knock, but not soft enough to keep his sensitive head from releasing stabbing pain.  “Come in,” he said, his voice gruff.

The door swung open slightly and remained empty for a moment, adding to his misery. Suddenly Adam peeked his head in the doorway before he walked fully into the room.

“Pa?”

Ben threw his arm off his face.  “Yeah?” he growled.

“We’re, uh….waiting breakfast on you, Pa.”

Ben licked his parched lips.  He wished the morning would go away. He sighed when his own voice started a lecture in his head about responsibilities to the ranch.  He remembered giving many kinds of necessary little talks to his sons, but never to himself.  He let out another sigh.

“I’ll be down in a moment, son.”

*****End***

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