Booze beckons beneath the sun’s cheerful vast skies. It is a Tuesday, boozeday, perfect day for booze, the skies the brightest shade of light blue one can imagine. The week is nascent, full of hope, lacking the chaos and screaming faces of Friday, cynicism depleted. But one drinks only in the evening, when obligations take flight, when one is alone with the night, a vastness before one. One can drink when the shadows begin their dance and streetlamps flick on, …
Tag: Loneliness
Cake Vodka * Fiction * M. Leona Godin
There was this blind kid, a really young large kid, but very sweet, very sensitive kind of soul. He’d walk in and come straight to the counter. He moved fast. The bells on the door would just finish jingling and he’d be in front of us saying politely, “Hey how’s it going Could you grab me a bottle of that Cake Vodka?” In the beginning, he always came in wearing a shirt and tie. He said he worked at some …