The Fall (100 word snapshot)
Things change. They always do.
He no longer lit up at her laughter. She did not care.
She no longer prettied up for him. He did not care.
What exactly was left of it all?
Was life to become a mere pretense? To what end?
Was it sinful to want pleasure?
Her hand shook as she lifted the glass to her lips and drained it.
Then, she took a deep breath, and turned around on the bar stool, to face the stranger again - with a smile from forgotten days.
“Your place or the backseat of my car?” she whispered.
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haha @ IW:)
If Atra’s story was the movie,
IW’s comment was the item number: and this item number takes the cake.
Nice shorties.
resurrection...
Story is very well told, but I have a problem with the title… in my opinion the title should have been ‘resurrection’…
CN
Sure - it could be looked at as a resurrection - or it could be looked at as a fall, too!
Life does look different depending on where you stand and look at it
limit sensor
I have discovered that I have a fail-proof sensor on my limit. When i drink, if my ears start burning, then the next peg is gonna make me throw up. Apart from that, no matter how much bodily discoordinated I become - I never lose mental control (touchwood) - over what i say or how i behave.
So, my body essentially buckles before my mind does.
But, of course, to discover your limit indicator, you have to experiment a bit, before you know what works for you.
smartly compressed
Lucky bastard : the stranger in the bar i.e. , Talk about being at the right place at the right time. Alcohol is a great catalyst in such unplanned “menage à trois” .
Once again, smartly compressed narration. Too sad that there aren’t many readers around to do justice (to the blogs posted here).
IW
You bet - if one wants to find drunk women who are beginning to lose their inhibitions, a bar is the best place to hit!
Besides, with a few beers in his belly, the guy doesnt really care how palatable the woman is, either
There was a T-shirt that I read once -
“Beer - helping ugly women get laid since three thousand years”
Limit..
>> with a few beers in his belly, the guy doesnt really care how palatable the woman is,
somehow I never liked the taste of Beer
and whatever other spirits I drink I always make it a point to stop at 3rd peg.. Yeh saala limit-limit mein pee ke.. apnaa life he limited ho gayelaa hein. Sochtaa hu ke ek baar limit ke baahar “talli” hokey dekhu 