“Only one glass”, my weirdo friend had warned. Bollocks. No way I’d measure my daily pour. I self-shrugged as the glass brushed my moustache—it’s water for goodness’ sake.

This is my entry for day 24 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s word: measure.

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