The Holiday Party

Flash Fiction

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Martin cringed when he saw the email. It was that time of year again: the office holiday party. He had sworn he would never go to another one. Not after last year, when — thanks to free and unlimited booze — he behaved like a maniac on the dance floor, told his new boss she was a “real looker,” and vomited on the street in front of the head of HR. He was done cavorting with co-workers.