Drinking Alone – Sunday Photo Fiction

Photo by: Alastair Forbes

Drinking Alone

Frankie, Gemma, and Bobby entered the old Roman ruins after another successful jewelry heist. Gemma was proud of her younger brothers for not shooting anyone…this time. The beatings she delivered to them were finally taking hold.

She led them into the dank catacombs beneath Dover. It was 3:13 AM in the morning and she figured no one in their right mind would go there at night. They’d be all alone to divide up their loot. Nonetheless, all were watchful and tense.


Bacchus, the god of wine, sulked on Mount Olympus. Most of the gods were gone all the time. Mars, the god of war, was far busier in the modern world than in the ancient one. For the same reason, Hades was constantly busy processing the dead. Mount Olympus was empty and boring.

Bacchus hated drinking alone. He craved company. He noticed that mortals still visited the Bacchus temple ruins beneath Dover. With a smile, he snatched up a bottle of wine. It was time to reestablish contact.


He noted three mortals waited in his old temple. Bacchus wore his best toga, the one that revealed his goat’s legs. In an instant they’d know the friendly god of partying and merriment had arrived. He brushed his hair away from his freshly polished goat horns. He wanted to look nice for his triumphant and happy return to the mortal world.

He burst into the old temple, wine bottle in hand. His finest grin stretched across his face and he shouted, “Ta-da!”

Frankie saw the monster’s goat legs first and its horns second. “Devil!” he screamed.

Gemma took one look and shouted, “Kill it!”

Bacchus froze. “Huh? Devil? Wait! I’m…”

An AR-15 assault rifle, a shotgun, and two .45 Automatics began firing.

Bacchus flew against the wall and collapsed in a heap. The thieves grabbed their bags and dashed away.

Being immortal merely means weapons don’t kill. They still hurt, and Bacchus was hurting a LOT. He sat on the floor and reached into his toga. Luckily, one bottle of Amaretto survived. He sighed and mused, maybe drinking alone isn’t so bad after all!
Each Sunday photographer Alastair Forbes presents an original photo as a prompt for flash fiction stories. This is my story for the week. Look here to see what other writers imagined: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/08/30/sunday-photo-fiction-august-30th-2015/

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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21 Responses to Drinking Alone – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Joy Pixley says:

    Important lesson to be learned: never pop in unexpectedly on scared people with guns, even if you’re immortal and bring refreshments. Noted.

    Great story!

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  2. HAHAHA Poor Bacchus. Great story Eric 😀

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  3. juliemc says:

    ah, Bacchus, when will you ever learn. good one!

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  4. What a riot this is! Bacchus thought he was coming to earth for a party! I’m glad he decides to be happy partying with himself. Cute story Eric! Loved it!

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  5. That’s pretty funny. 🙂 Never surprise guys with guns, I guess. Good story.

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  6. Lyn says:

    Poor Bacchus, I almost feel sorry for him, but leaping out at people who are already on edge and yelling, “Ta-Da” is not the smartest move. But in defence of our trio, Bacchus was probably trying to foist an inferior wine on them. Another great tale from the Nether Mind 😀

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    • EagleAye says:

      There are people out there who would shoot if bad wine is foisted upon them. 😉 The thieves simply weren’t in a partying frame of mind. Bacchus should maybe try again with college kids. The reception would be much better, I expect. I think he needs to study humanity a little more carefully before trying again. 😉 Thanks much from the Nether Mind! 🙂

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  7. Susan Langer says:

    Very fnny story. LOL. Poor Bacchus 😦

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  8. Dave says:

    What happens when an immortal is struck by a 40-ton truck doing sixty?

    Eeps, get well soon, Bacchus. Don’t take up skydiving.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Haha! Well, after getting hit an immortal survives, but he’ll probably have to change his underwear. 😉 Bacchus was restored in less than 30 minutes. Pretty quick considering the 37 bullet holes he sustained. I imagine Bacchus would only go skydiving if he could drink on the plane. 😉 Thanks much, Dave! 🙂


  9. i b arora says:

    drinking and shooting don’t always go together

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