Friday, September 28, 2007

Victor(2)

  The small town seems deserted as he drives around, looking for a place to warm himself up.The moon hides behind clouds and the light shone by the few lampposts that decorate the main street barely keeps the dark at bay.Up ahead, in the distance he hears the sound of what seems to be country music and, as he drives up to the building he realizes it's a small bar, contributing to the nightlife of this quiet mountain town.
  After parking nearby, he stands still, staring into the darkness ahead, before opening the glove compartment and checking if it's still there.As he walks toward the bar he shivers from the cold and a certain feeling of unease settles in.
  Inside, the music plays in the background, a wailing voice to a guitar, and the few people spending their evening in the establishment turn their heads and gawk at the new arrival.He walks over to the bar and asks for a beer.The bartender gives him an ominous look, before handing him the bottle, yet he asks no questions.
  Victor takes a sip of the cold, bitter liquid and slowly starts realizing what he is to do the next day.Suddenly the feeling that he is being watched envelops him.He can hardly refrain himself from looking around.The beer barely goes down as he sneaks a peek at the only other person at the counter.A decrepit old man who seems on the verge of unconsciousness.Gazing blankly at the bottle in front of him, Victor mumbles something to himself.A moment later he stands up, throws a couple of dollars on the counter and exits hastily.
  Inside the car he drops his head on the wheel, taking slow, deep breaths.With his eyes closed, he opens the glove compartment again, feeling his way around, until he touches the cold metal.He lifts his head, looking straight forward and starts the car.

Monday, September 24, 2007

The fine things in life

Feast your eyes on beauty,
Indulge yourself in pleasure,
Revel in luxury,
And realize it's all deception.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Victor

  As the sun slowly disappears behind the mountains, Victor takes one last smoke and throws the cigarette away.One lingering look at the crimson sky and he heads for the door.The cabin seems small in the mountain landscape, secluded as it is from the tiny village two miles away.
  The wood cracks as he steps onto the porch, his head between his shoulders, his hands stuck deep in his pockets.He takes a good look at the door, noticing a peculiar, almost unnoticeable scratch near the handle.Almost as if someone or something was trying to claw it's way inside.The paint, in its thickness, had almost covered the mark.
  He breathes in, and stepping back he smashes his foot against the door.A loud noise, the lock snaps and the door is flung open.He then draws his gun and in the blink of an eye he is in, pointing his gun at his unsuspecting victim.A tall, middle-aged man, with balding grey hair gets to look Victor in the eyes, his panic filling the room.He's trying to articulate something, but he gags, his lips moving without uttering a sound.It doesn't last long, as two bullets pierce his body, one bursting through his chest, another through his skull.The body slips on the leathery couch, leaving a trace of blood smeared all over.
  Victor tucks the gun in his pants, while exiting the cabin.On the porch again, he stops for a second, his eyes staring blankly at the ground in front of him.He exhales loudly and starts moving towards the nearby woods where he had left his car, without looking back for one second.

Monday, September 10, 2007

The Barrel of Lies

On the outskirts of the city,
Lies a barrel full of lies.
On the outskirts of the city,
Did I find this awkward prize.

In the dimming light of dusk,
Stood I watching it in awe.
In the darkness of the night,
Dared I gaze inside the wood.

In the early light of dawn,
Emptied its contents I did.
In the hectic life of day,
Felt I like the barrel's pawn.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Destination

The alley is dark and claustrophobic.The walls seem to close in on you as you move towards a dim light ahead.The canal holes' steam covers everything with a mist, giving the hole place an ominous vibe.You hurry along your path, without looking back, terrified that there might be someone behind.The light flickers at times, and at those times your heart starts beating faster, because you know that light is the only thing that drives you, the only thing that keeps you going.So you start running.Faster and faster, breathing heavily, stumbling past dumpsters and cartboard boxes.
And finally you reach it, and see that it's just the light from a bus station.You drag yourself to the lady behind the counter, and mumble something, without being able to realize what.She asks you where you're headed, and you reply:
-I don't know...