“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.