1:34 a.m.
He leaves half a sandwich on the plate
Instead he mixes a fresh Crown and ginger
with a slice of lime
While his cigarette burns lazily in the ashtray
***
1:45 a.m.
He is tired
But sleep eludes him
He rubs his tired eyes with yellowed fingers
He needs inspiration.
He holds the glass, swirling the gold liquid
The ice cubes knocking and plinking
His finger circles the edge of the glass
He takes delight in this small pleasure
He draws in on his cigarette
Breathing the smoke deeply
He exhales dramatically
The blue smoke rushing to the ceiling
Ahhh…..the senses are awakened.
***
1:50 a.m.
He sits in front of his computer
Contemplating his next words
He types
“Argh. Grub mud you deroo raw jeen ack rah!”
He leans back into his chair
Hands clasped behind his head
He smiles
This….makes perfect sense.
CREDIT TO THE QUOTE - VAN ARIE - "THE ACCIDENT" http://vanarie.blogspot.com/
© Sherry Irvine – January 14, 2011
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