Fiction

A drunken night out, a game of pool and the inevitable consequences of drinking on an empty head. 

Luke doesn't feel well. The walls are breathing. The tic toc won't stop. Everywhere there are waves. But then he finds help, and hindrance. 

A man looks at the place where he had his first job and memories emerge. Memories of scally lads, handbags and razorblades. 

"Tonight I saw the worst comedian ever, Scott Shipley."

But the person some think is awful is loved by others. And for a performer who is going through the motions the unpredictable Shipley might be the inspiration he needs. 

Anything can be accomplished by taking it one step at a time but some people take too many steps and find things they shouldn't and after that, when do the steps stop?