A Writing Exercise
Inauguration Day
The wind whipped through the apartment parking lot and tore through Jackson's coat. "Jesus, it's cold today," he thought. He scrambled to get his keys into the door lock, hurrying to beat the next gust of wind. Once inside, he opened the glove compartment of the car, and took a swig from the hip flask he stored there for just such an occasion. The bitter taste of alcohol burned his mouth, but warmed him from the inside out. He turned on his car, and looked out across the empty parking lot. The radio chimed in, full of people he cared nothing about talking about how one man would save the world. Jackson sighed, took another swig from his flask, and stared out over the desolate and empty apartment complex. "This one's for you, Mr. President."
The wind whipped through the apartment parking lot and tore through Jackson's coat. "Jesus, it's cold today," he thought. He scrambled to get his keys into the door lock, hurrying to beat the next gust of wind. Once inside, he opened the glove compartment of the car, and took a swig from the hip flask he stored there for just such an occasion. The bitter taste of alcohol burned his mouth, but warmed him from the inside out. He turned on his car, and looked out across the empty parking lot. The radio chimed in, full of people he cared nothing about talking about how one man would save the world. Jackson sighed, took another swig from his flask, and stared out over the desolate and empty apartment complex. "This one's for you, Mr. President."