One day she walked out of my life. She was the only companion I had. I had to choose between her and whisky. I didn’t choose her not because I didn’t want to but because the whisky within didn’t allow me to. I want to give it up; whisk it away but before that it may just manage to whisk(y) away my life. Sadly, it may prove to be my true companion till the very end ………..
This post is in response to the one-word prompt. Companion