From humble beginnings... This is the start of something Chandler-esque I'm trying to write, Comments and criticisms welcome, see what it does for you...
Moonlight. A thousand glittering shards of crystal light, hung for a slender moment in the air. Gravity glanced downwards, falling towards the glistening river of tarmac below, accompanied with a sweet music that harped through the night for a single instant and fell dead. The street beneath rag-dolled and then, there was only silence.
Cheap cigar smoke was all that papered the ceiling anymore. Only the coat stand, slouching forgotten in the corner seemed to be supporting the walls. Beyond the frosted windows the world was lost to a cocaine swirl of snow, with just the inky pupil of the sky for company.
Everything was a binary choice these days; drop the routine or keep pretending, fight for what you believe or roll over and surrender, live or die, it’s your call. With a nicotine rush in my hand and the coffee machine on speed-dial the only choice I had left to make was between work and death, and hell, they were interchangeable. Too many broads and too much booze, story of my life, just a chair and a trilby atop the scrapheap – a bus ride from bust.
When she walked into my office I should have chosen, picked the right road. I should have avoided the trouble that lingered in her hair like cheap perfume. I should have seen that scarlet warning sign on her lips and sent her back to the rat race, but I’d made that choice along with my bed and now I had to lie with it.
A damsel in distress. I was a sucker for clichés.
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