Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The Mexican Condor...


...It was getting darker, the rain came down...he had on his stereo a soundtrack to the weather by John Barry...he lifted his first finger of bourbon for the evening, fondled himself through his clothes and reflected on what the day had bought..

would he ever see the broad again, you know, the broad who promised him the world and gave it all up for a '52 chevy that her father tempted her away with...God these nights were even darker without her and the rain outside kept matching the numbing rain that was pouring down his throat...he lifted his hat and stared at the cat that was sitting in the corner, it was the broad's cat which she left behind..he had thought about starving it, just as she had starved him of her love, but he saw in the eyes of the feline that their was no malice on it's behalf and so he raided the cupboard for the last tin of tuna and forked it out onto the plastic feeding dish that they kept in the kitchen.

He wandered back into the lounge and saw the note from her, just sitting there on the counter top as it had done for the last few days..all it said was 'don't try to find me...it won't work...keep the cat', and the note stank of chanel which permeated throughout the whole apartment...he took of his pants and shirt and laid back down on the sofa in just his jockeys and vest...it was a hot balmy evening made even hotter by the alcohol that was now coarsing through his veins...he closed his eyes and his hand slowly dropped to the floor ...'i will find her, i will find her' he muttered under his breath as the last drops of energy left his soul and he drifted into what would be a short and restless nap...

Neil x

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

ooh this is good...will it be a full story?

mcaretaker said...

Nice start