Week 2: Keno || Day 7: Poll & Prompt || Aggressive Write
He’s drunk. Lately, he’s always drunk. Sputtering on his whiskey, he leans forward on the bar and laughs.
“You want to know why I loved her?”
You glance at him sideways and nod. If it’ll get him to stop drinking, yeah, you want to know why he loved her. A slow grin stretches across his face. It’s a terrible farce of a smile and you shudder a little.
“I could sum her up in one word: Glorious.” He picks up his glass and drinks. You watch the smooth movement of his throat as he works the alcohol down.
Turning to face you head on he asks, “That enough for you? No?”
He nods and continues. “She was self-indulgent like all glorious things are. I always wanted to pull my hands through her hair. She wouldn’t let me. It was the kind of hair that gets that golden hue and satiny texture through constant maintenance. She had soft skin, soft hands and a soft, sweet-smelling cunt. The work she put into being beautiful…the perpetual self-love motivated by self-hate. She was a fucking bitch, but I loved her.”
He swirled the alcohol in his glass then looked up at me. “That enough for you?”