New First Line

Vic awoke to the sound of a blender and the taste of blood. He lay face down against something abrasive, something that felt suspiciously like cement flooring. He opened one bloodshot blue eye and discerned that he was indeed laying on the floor of his bathroom. His mouth tasted like he had been gargling with old coins and when he tried to open it, his lips stuck together a little, caked with dried blood.


...more later.