Ray was drunk. He had to leave his car and walk the country road home from the bar tonight. He smelled the sweet smell of the pasture. He just wanted to lie down. Pass out really. He staggered off the road into the pasture, tumbled down the hill, and was asleep before he hit the bottom.
Dawn woke him. Rather, it tried to wake him as he viewed the light with bleary eyes and shut them again. He realized he wasn’t sober yet. He wanted to sleep it off. The sun started to get warm. Two hours later, it was hot. Ray awoke again, still not completely sober. He decided to get up and make his way to the house.
He opened his eyes as he stood. When he looked up, he screamed. There were strange-looking people working the pasture. They had no faces and hay bales for heads. They were seven feet tall.
Ray turned and ran toward the house, vowing all the way never to drink again.
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Photo credit to Ellspeth
The Write Scribe 
I’m getting a headache just reading about this guy.
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Oh my. I’ll bet that sight spooked him out of ever drinking again. Who needs dreams like that? I really enjoyed this.
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Thanks!
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Hahahaha! I can imagine seeing something like that would make someone never want to drink again! LOL! Cute story, Rosemary!
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That’ll teach anybody. A good tale, Rosemary.
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O the demon drink, strikes again. I usually see spacemen😉
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Maybe they were real monsters, and he was giving the alcohol bad press unnecessarily.
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Just one drink,,,, famous last words Lol
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🙂 Such a well written story and funny, too!
Ellespeth
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