Prompt courtesy of Lillie McFerrin‘s Five Sentence Fiction.
The abandoned lot sat between two squat apartment buildings. A fence, long warped and rotted and covered in an inch of old, chipped paint, stood between the lot and the street. William leaned on his elbows in the middle of the lot. He looked up at the sky but saw no stars. He finished his bottle of whiskey, laid down and promised this time, this time, he’d remember.