The Bottomless Whisky Bottle — A Story about the Smartphone

The man felt as though he had been born again.

He was now 1 full year sober. He hadn’t stepped inside a bar or taven for the year’s entirety. Not once.

He thought back to his old self a mere 12 months before. He thought of how he would drown himself in whisky each and every night. He thought of how often he would find himself vomiting onto the cobbled streets of the back alleys of town. And he thought of the rows he would have with his wife and the way he had treated her.

Oh — how he would treat her. His darling. His sweet angel.

He looked into the sunny skies and thanked god that she had stuck by him. What a blessing she was. What a blessing indeed.

As he strolled home from work late one dark night, a strange, old lady appeared from the bushes and stood before him. She wore black from head to toe and the rim of her hat covered her eyes.

She looked him up and down with a smirk, “Hello young man”, she croaked.

“Pleasure to meet you”, replied the young man pleasantly. “What can I do for you lady?”.

With a vicious, evil grin upon her face, the old lady began chanting a curse under her breath. She stretched her hands toward the ground, as though to summon energy from…