Thursday, December 17, 2009

Theme:: Schnapps

Me mam used to say you can tell a girl’s character by her choice of tipple. Herself she had been an honest-as-salt Dublin gal, preferring her whiskey warm as she liked her men.

Before the war was another epoch.

Since then I have seen many an impeccable lady who sip their wine with tasteful discern; beer-guzzling nurses with their hands as coarse as men’s; pale alley girls with waists narrow like their tinkling glasses of gin.

And now, in a foreign city, I sit under the dooming gaze of your eyes as you slowly spill over ice your cherry schnapps as bitter a red as the blood on my hands.


110 words.


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