Prairie Songs
my novel
chapter Five
"Damned".
John swore irritably.
The sound of broken glass that he accidentally
nudge, has cut
his dreams.
Lazily,
He tried
to get up and rubbed her tired face. He took the rest of the whiskey last night then drank
it, he gets only
a few drops only.
"Shit!", He grumbled as he
walked back toward the shelf drinks.
"Awwwch! ..." A glass pieces embedded in the palm of his feet.
"Ah, really unlucky day!".
"Awwwch! ..." A glass pieces embedded in the palm of his feet.
"Ah, really unlucky day!".
Again,
John raving vague while did not find what he
wanted. He forgets that the bottles on the shelf were have long been
empty.
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in solitude,
from the darkness, from the bottom of loneliness ... picture: from nationalgeographic |
His
face looked increasingly annoyed, with slight
limping he walked
into the room and
then opened a small cabinet on the side of the
bed. he grabbed a
bottle of wine that was there but put it back
quickly. A face appeared suddenly when
that bottle stick on her lips.
He lay down on the bed. a sense of longing back descend, pushed him into the recesses of his soul. For two years
he only occasionally slept in that bed, it was doing when he really could not help sense of longing that chasten him. John crouched hugging pillow, as if to regain
the figure that can never be grabbed again.
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