it is a ramble but it came into my mind and here you go.
He shakily asks for one last breath, to call it a coffin nail would be ignorant to the situation and disrespectful of a last wish. My hands vanish for a second but manage to retrieve a lighter and his expected cigarette. I strike the lighter and witness the now brightened scene around us, I slowly pull a lung full of sweet smoke into my lungs and exhale the cloud through my nose resembling some heathen god of old. I go hand over the cigarette but notice his now classed eyes barren and plain. “hhmmm oh well, I guess you were just to late for your wish this time, I will pay it back when they come to settle the tab” I say almost absentmindedly of my now empty audience. I begin the tedious work of collecting my little remembrances of the nights affair. Meticously and quickly the packaging up of brass and steel takes place while bounding over shadows that resemble furniture and deep ichors that is slowly taking over the flow. About the time I am done I hear the last set of guests arriving to my morbid affair. Their new flashy cars and expensive women draped around them like their 10k suits. I chuckle to myself thinking how more talented shadows would have been a better invest ah well to each his own and ease my back I suppose. Four men three women the fourth man resembles more of a boy with his face still looking to clean to have been with my clients long. He stumbles as he makes his way up the steps and seems to radiate a shakiness of too much fun for the evening. The first one fumbles to place his key in the lock the rest jabber on about the expected nights pleasantries. They enter and the smell of smoke and booze gusts in after them strong enough to carry up my nostrils on the second floor. I wait and pulling the it back and releasing it on a string like a tether ball till it hit’s the end of its motion and releases into the air tumbling end over end. It gleams in the night a metallic prune un expectantly caught by one of the girls cleavage. She looks down with only enough time to panicky shriek a wordless cry of help. Sadly for her the phrase a grenade is between my tits might have been more helpful to those around her. They might have had a chance to clear out and then start shooting aimlessly around the house. Then noticing the bodies of their compatriots already dead at their feet. But sometimes life is just a little more unexpected and a tad boring. I make my way down the stairs and confirm the rendend flesh beneath me to infact be part of my intended audience. With that I stroll into the night and lazily think what life would be like if I had decided to become a therapist. Too bad I suppose there are a lot of people out their that need help and no one to show them what they need.