Sunday, December 8, 2013

Jack 'N Coke

Another 100 word story update.  Spent the day recuperating from my work schedule of morning shift-evening shift-morning shift, my sleep cycle is a little messed up where I only sleep about 2-3 hours straight when I can.

12/06/2013 (Friday)- Jack 'N Coke

               I could taste it, as I watched the bartender mix my drink.

               A mixture of smoky lies, and cheap fizzy pop. 

               Only Friday, that’s my rule.  It’s perfect for ending a Friday, a weekly tonic for accumulated stress, an alcoholic ritual.  A chaser to life’s chaotic madness.

I take a sip.  The syrupy sweetness masking the gentle luscious burning of unwanted memories, losing my worries with each delicious gulp.  My addict hands shaking in anticipation for that alcoholic kick.  Waiting…  waiting…

The ice clinks softly against the glass like seconds getting away from a clock.

Burning memories like fallen leaves.