Polka-Dot Shirt

240-word flash fiction piece.

zoomed in, slightly blurry picture of man wearing a loose-fitting black shirt with small white polka dots, focus on torso

He wakes up in a sea of broken glass, dried blood on his hands. Everything smells like whiskey. At the foot of the bed lies the polka-dot shirt, soaked, next to a black bottle cap. A sigh of relief. Made it back to his room. He gets into the shower, lets the cold water pummel his skin. From the open suitcase, he chooses a librarian sweater and too-big black pants.