Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
You had to adjust. You didn’t know if he took meds, but some days he was better than others. Mornings were bad. You really couldn’t talk to him before noon or so. After 12PM, he’d be fine. Before that, he was weird and aggressive. He’d see you and roll his eyes at the prospect of having to speak to you.
He made sure to leave the newspaper articles around. He was turning his life around. He had been a drunk. Now, he was sober. Now, he was helping others. Now, he was beautiful. Giving. Selfless. There was no way anyone could say he was not a good person. He had proof. He could always point to the newspaper articles.
The reporters weren’t there when he was throwing plates.