Saturday, 14 May 2011

Musing at the Tram stop.

I was waiting for the tram at midnight the other night. (work finishes late for me most nights) and I wrote up this little thing, thought I would share it with you.

"He steps off the tram, the chill May air biting at his exposed skin. He takes a swig of his coffee both hands wrapped around it for warmth. He turns and walks down the narrow path between the tram and the railing, a figure in a pink baby doll shirt leans against it, facing the tram, the slender body blocking his path, he slows as he approaches his feet hesitant as his fingers tighten on the steam cup of coffee. The figure moves it's legs and straightens up, letting him pass. He takes one then two steps around the stranger. His body draws level with the figure. A sudden sound causes him to turn his head, his nose crumpling in as he faces the fist of the pink baby doll figure. His head slams into the tram, a spiderweb of cracks in the glass appearing around his head. His hands still clasped around the coffee he swings them up knocking the next blow up from the centre of his face to graze his forehead before smashing through the already weakened glass, shards fly and the support that was afforded his head vanishes sending the bruised back of his head into the jagged pieces of glass still standing, blood starts to flow and he still hasn't let go of the coffee. He stumbles forward as another fist drives itself into his gut. Coffee finally spills over the brim of the mug, pouring down the side, lapping over his intertwined fingers. A small snarl escapes his lips as the coffee touches his skin, red streaks shine through the rapidly cooling remains of the boiling coffee."

Enjoy. :) 


At 14 May 2011 at 11:42 pm , Anonymous Anonymous said...

DAAMMMNNN!!! I hope this isn't autobiographical! Really nice, like the "character" of the coffee. :)


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