What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the living diamond, Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Pleasure".
His hand reached into the pool of white light that fell on the table, illuminating the glass of dark fluid that sat there.
He saw how the light made each strand of white hair on the back of his hand stand out in silhouette - stark against the dark background.
He picked up the glass and took a sip of the dark and aged rum, then slowly swirled it over his tongue and around his mouth before he allowed it to slip down his throat.
Age had taken so very much. At least life hadn't taken away this one last pleasure.
UPDATE: The more I think about this piece the more I realize it never should have been tried in 100 words. I had a vision in my head that had nuances 100 words could never get to. Sorry. My bad.
Today is Veteran's Day. Yesterday was the 235th Marine Corps Birthday. Would that Mankind could grow and mature to the point that there are no more Marines, that the word 'veteran' refers to a pitcher in the Major Leagues and all young men get to grow old with their children and grandchildren on their laps.