Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Whiskey Fires....Part 1


Ember stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes didn’t seem that blue anymore, she could spot gray hairs amidst the brown without even leaning towards the mirror and the bags under her eyes aged her well beyond her 33 years. She sighed deeply and walked into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet above the stove and took down the fifth of Jack she kept stashed behind the bags of sugar. She grabbed a shot glass from her large collection that lined the top of her stove. This particular tall, skinny one was her favorite. She had found it while browsing the local Goodwill store. The wolf etched into the side of the glass looked very much like the one she had tattooed on her left shoulder. Too much of a coincidence and she had had to buy it.

The smell of stout whiskey drifted up to her nose as she opened the bottle and poured the first shot. She hesitated, staring at the tiny glass in her hand, almost afraid of the warming relief it would bring. But in the end the need to relax and go numb for a while won out and she downed the shot. Shaking her head she made that slight growl in the back of her throat as the whiskey seared its way down. She couldn’t remember when she had stopped drinking beer and the fruity drinks she and her girlfriends used to enjoy creating, but nowadays she was a straight whiskey girl. She didn’t even really like the taste but she loved the way it lit a trail down her throat to her warm her belly and liked that its effect’s were quick.

She poured another shot while standing at the kitchen counter, not hesitating this time to drink it down. Another shake and growl. She walked over to the fridge, noting that she needed a manicure as she grabbed the handle and pulled it open. She snagged a Pepsi and made a mental note to clean the fridge out at her earliest convenience. Some of the food was on the verge of talking it had been there so long.

She abandoned the shot glass at the sink, grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the counter and plopped down on the couch. She sat cross-legged with the bottle nestled in her lap and lit a cigarette, enjoying the fact that there was no one there to complain about her smoking in the house. As she leaned over to set the Pepsi on the coffee table her hair fell across the end of her cigarette that dangled from her lips sending the smell of smoldering hair into the air. She hardly noticed, swept her hair back over her shoulder and sat back. She took a long draw of the bottle, chasing it this time with a little Pepsi to soften the burn.

Ember thought long and hard about what she would do this evening. She was already feeling a pretty good buzz and she wondered if it was a good idea to drive. But as she took another pull off the bottle she noted that it was already emptied below the halfway point and would not last the night.

5 comments:

William said...

I like this one.. keep going.. keep type type typing away..

Head Cookie said...

This is very good and can't wait for the part 2

Unknown said...

I enjoyed the beginning of your story Darlin. It held my interest from start to finish.

~looking forward to more!

Anonymous said...

Still good stuff, Darlin-Has my interest, kinda dark....lets get part 2 up!

Unknown said...

(enters room in a truly humble state)

Dare I ask when the next installment goes to press?

(crawls our as not to get hit with anything)

Some people just have all the nerve to require that you HURRY UP!

~giggling~