The Best Worst Night of my Life
“Why so happy?” a friend remarked as I was in the kitchen getting some plates.

For a long time, I could wipe the smile off my face. It was as if someone had run up and permanently added botox to my cheeks, forcing them to stay in an upright position.

I had just been on an incredible date with an incredible person and my day was only to get better when friends came over to celebrate new beginnings.

“Let’s have some wine!” one friend shouted.

I went to the kitchen and found a bottle of shiraz, hiding in the back of the cupboard. At the time I thought it strange that it was well hidden but was too over joyous to think any more on the matter.

As I slammed it down on the table, I noticed that it had a cork, so back to the kitchen, I went where I flipped out an old corkscrew from a swiss army knife, dating back to the 1960s.

It was then I had the strangest sensation that perhaps something may go astray, but again, the adrenaline and spirit from my day kept lifting me up.

I screwed tighter and then ‘snap’.

The neck of the bottle had split sending shards of glass across the table. Red wine flowed out of the crack and my finger began to hurt. I thought it may have been from going to the gym that day, but it was, in fact, a shard of glass had severed the join.

I put it under the tap to see how deep it had cut, but the blood wouldn’t stop flowing.

“It’s ok,” my flatmate remarked as he patted me on my shoulder.

“Dude, I don’t feel so good”.

“You’re fine”. He kept on slicing cheese for the platter.

The next thing I know, I’m sitting in a chair with five friends surrounding me. Why were they in my house, I thought to myself. I had blacked out and for a few seconds, I was dreaming. It felt like hours.

It was when I looked down that I remembered what had happened.
['Sam Taylor']
['Storytelling', 'Hospital', 'Flirting', 'Humour', 'Wine']