Wasn’t That A Party!

"Look at the mess I'm in"

Prompt by: Writer pilgrim Substack: Writing Prompt 162

Picture Prompt

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Sam woke up wondering what he was wearing. Black spandex from top to bottom. A pair of well worn clogs adorned his feet. Something frilly he didn’t recognize on his head. He lifted his head from its resting spot and quickly returned it to its original position. There it remained until the dizziness stopped. He shuffled his head slowly to take a look around the room. Sam quickly shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked at the room again. It only reinforced that it looked like a tornado hit it. There were clothes everywhere. Food boxes, package wrapping, alcoholic leftovers and people. There were people strewn about the room like it was an old fashioned sleep in. Some in clothes. Some out of clothes. He wondered what he had gotten up to. Sam shook his head slowly trying to avoid the pounding headache before he rose to swaying to his feet. He looked around in disgust as he walked to the door and opened it only to have his eyes attacked by searing sunlight. He reached back inside the door and rescued a pair of sunglasses that were dangling from a curtain tie back. He stepped out on the porch and took in the view. The yard was just as littered as the inside of the house. Sam groaned loudly.

“Hey Sam,” called a voice from the other side of the fence. “Wasn’t that a party!” it exclaimed before heading off somewhere.

Sam took one small step. “First thing I need to do is determine where I am,” he said as he walked to the gate avoiding the mess and the overflowing refuse container..

A couple of wolf whistles later Sam recognized the bridge across the water. “Home here I come,” he thought glumly. Getting there was going to be the death of him. He took a step before sitting down on the park bench. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Song referenced

Wasn’t That A Party by the Irish Rovers