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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.
Ndinombethe.
8 comments:
Did he lose everything because of the drink? Hmmm…
I'm currently working in an alcohol and drug rehab facility and I wondered the same thing as Employee # 3699.
I don't think an alcoholic would drink an expensive aged rum, unless it was a rich alcoholic ?
You sell yourself short, you conveyed much in thee 100 words.
I agree with both you and Tara. Not only was there much said, I can imagine the nuances in the scene and the things that lead up to the moment described.
This reminds me of the book I reviewed last year, a rather graphic book (if you know what I mean) in which an older gentleman could no longer participate, but watched. The body had failed, but the mind was strong. Good story, hon. Maybe give it the 200-word treatment?
Lovely little story, and I completely agree with you on the hope that someday military will not be necessary.
I feel his weariness, the warmth of a fireplace with the rum and a barely lit room.
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