Just One.

“Just one drink won’t hurt,” she told herself. 

Last week, she celebrated a year sober.

She hurried up the escalator, thrilled to start her new career. Something she could never have done while living at the bottom of a bottle. 

“What harm could it do?” She thought. 

A brief moment of reflection as she settled into her seat allowed the ghosts of her past to creep into her mind. A past that was dissolved by alcohol, chaos, and shame.

“Cocktail?” The flight attendant asked. 

She swallowed her temptations.

“No thank you,” she choked through her unquenchable thirst. “I don’t drink.

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