short story

Jul 22, 2004 10:17

((( just had a start of a story in my head and i wanted to share. dont know where its going but i wanted to post something today. i hope someone likes it but if not oh fuggin well. its fun to be like that.)))

Thomas rolled out of bed and wiped the sand from his eyes. The first taste of blood, stale cigarette and the dry grainy aftertaste from the cheap vodka and OJ from the night before reminded him that today was Saturday and he still had one more night of drunken goodness before him. The headache hadn’t come yet but he walked to the bathroom and took a few aspirin to ease his way into what was sure to be a bad one.
The clock on his bedside table glowed 9:13 in the darkness of his room. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights. He had lived in this apartment for two years and knew it by heart. As he pulled the shades and walked out onto the balcony, the soft rain tapped his forehead and ran down into his eyes. The day was going to be a gray and quiet one. How much did he spend last night he wondered as he looked out on the parking lot onto the rain washed cars. For a second he smiled at the contrast of the bright, almost iridescent green of the grass and the pale gray of the concrete, and then turned back inside.
What did I do last night he asked himself as he mixed another screwdriver and started a pot of coffee. The night was a blur. They all were a blur lately. Each day faded into the next in a warm fuzzy alcohol and caffeine blanket. He had only slept for four hours this time. The insomnia is getting worse. Thomas spent most of the week awake save for a very few hours. He closed the curtains and flopped down on the couch. As he balanced the cup of life in his hand he searched his mind for a memory of what happened 12 hours ago.
His bare toes wiggled in the soft carpet as his mind kept drawing blanks. Sometimes the night kept a longer hold on him then most. The earthy scent of the strong coffee percolating and the sweetness of the OJ mixed and brought memories of the countless mornings before but none of the night. The dark room was silent except for the soft bubbling of coffee. He couldn’t even hear himself breathing. With a sip of the screwdriver, he got up and headed to the bedroom.
He walked with his eyes closed to test his senses and memory. His legs touched nothing but air.
The monitor was off and the tower’s green blinking on light was the only light in the room. The air smelled old but he didn’t want to open a window until the coffee was ready. With the push of a button, the room was flooded with the pale blue light of the screen. Nothing was opened… no clues there. He turned in the chair and stared at the bed. It was made but mussed up some. He just passed out on top of the covers last night.
Nothing, nothing, nothing. It was all just a big blank. A thought struck him suddenly. He reached into his pants and checked his wallet. He had only spent a twenty last night. Twenty wasn’t even enough to make him black out. A whole liter wasn’t enough to do that anymore.
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