harraser
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2001
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this isnt finished, and its likely to stay that way so I thought Id post it.
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....He picks up his beer and sculls for all he is worth, as though punishing it for some imagined affront to his pride. Resisting the urge to squeeze the bottle until it shatters in his hand he instead places it, empty, back on the bar and sits staring at it from under hooded brows. In his state, drunk, angry, betrayed, it seems somehow appropriate to leave the bottle intact rather than smash it as he'd like to. Like a tribute to himself, perfectly shaped, without a single flaw apparent, yet completely hollow on the inside, and cold, so very cold, the bottle stands alone on the bar until the barman comes along and throws it into the trash with all the others.
"Ill get another" he says to the man behind the bar, hopeing he'll understand and maybe offer some words of wisdom to ease his troubled heart. But the barman just passes him another beer and, oblivious to, or perhaps simply uninterested in, the cry of lonleyness in the mans eyes, he wanders off to chat with the only other customer there at this late hour of the night.
The man cracks open his beer, sighs, and waits for a person he knows will never show up.....
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....He picks up his beer and sculls for all he is worth, as though punishing it for some imagined affront to his pride. Resisting the urge to squeeze the bottle until it shatters in his hand he instead places it, empty, back on the bar and sits staring at it from under hooded brows. In his state, drunk, angry, betrayed, it seems somehow appropriate to leave the bottle intact rather than smash it as he'd like to. Like a tribute to himself, perfectly shaped, without a single flaw apparent, yet completely hollow on the inside, and cold, so very cold, the bottle stands alone on the bar until the barman comes along and throws it into the trash with all the others.
"Ill get another" he says to the man behind the bar, hopeing he'll understand and maybe offer some words of wisdom to ease his troubled heart. But the barman just passes him another beer and, oblivious to, or perhaps simply uninterested in, the cry of lonleyness in the mans eyes, he wanders off to chat with the only other customer there at this late hour of the night.
The man cracks open his beer, sighs, and waits for a person he knows will never show up.....
