Scotch

I observed with aimless but unwavering interest as Oscar gazed fruitlessly at his now increasingly tepid glass of scotch, moving his wrist with an air of arrogance that caused the drink to spiral. His shadow trembled against the wall, seemingly despising of its own master; Such an effect, Oscar seemed to have on most. “Well,… Continue reading Scotch

Coffee

I wrapped my fingers tightly around a mug of deep black coffee, staring at my quivering reflection in the dark liquid. With each exhalation my features became distorted, hurriedly rearranging themselves as the drink stilled. I didn’t like coffee. I sipped the bitter drink regardless, my right eye twitching in distaste. I set down the… Continue reading Coffee