A small room consisting of a single cracked square window, a shut wooden door and a crooked chair with a one legged stoll in place of a table. Everything is unbalanced within the room even the way the the beer cans lay, half crushed and in odd numbers on the floor at the foot of the of the misused furniture...

 

Even the body that sat, disgracefully under-weight, on the crooked chair lay unevenly, with its arm flopping in different places and legs bending and stretching in awkward positions.

 

Beer swirled around at an unsteady pace within a wine glass and the acidic smell of a man that has drank way over his limits had merged and become one with the oxygen.

 

Humming quietly, yet out of tune, the man slouched and kept watch of the swirling amber liquid. His grip loosened on the glass sending it plumiting towards the floor sending its harmful toxic liquid splirting everywhere. His reactions were slow as he miscalculated the speed of which he dropped the glass at. His hands shot out a minute too late...

 

He smiles, "I'm always too late.." A tear trickles down his cheek, down the silk trails of past tears that once roamed his face...

 

 

 

 

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