Killing Ezra − 29 September, 2007

Twelve more dollars, another page gone from my checkbook, and the amber liquid sits in front of me again. The last one had been smashed, I'd watched from the porch with bloody feet as the stinking flood covered the sidewalk. Bits of glass littered the darkened circle of concrete and glittered threateningly beneath a malevolent moon. It was a crime scene.

When Lauren placed the new bottle on the table in front of me, it was as if the victim had arisen from death to confront its killer. I had told her to buy it, had signed the check and given specific instructions as to what I'd wanted. But despite this, for a fleeting second, I was sick with anger and a sense of injustice. I had killed it, and now it was back; perfect, unharmed, and ready to poison.

Three shots in, these thoughts were dead.

Posted on September 30, 2007. and has been viewed 221 times.