Sunday, October 17, 2010

Thousand: One Hundred Sixty-Six

taking your hand, helping you up, “You have arrived! Would you like a complimentary beverage?” You glance down at the blue drink ticket she’s slipped you. Her smile does not waver as you contemplate her existence, which seems persistent and likely. You are thirsty, so you go on down the boardwalk to the drink stand before which are three unoccupied tables with umbrellas. At a fourth an older man holds an unlit cigarette, and a clear plastic cup with nothing in it but ice sweats on the table. The youth at the drink stand is wiping down the counter with


Elisabeth said...

I wonder whether a drink will quench your thirst, or whether there might be something else more sinister ahead?

Glenn Ingersoll said...

A free drink at the end of the world? There's gotta be a catch!