Tuesday 23 March 2010

The Man and His Empty Glass.


A man looks at a woman, watches her from the corner of a bar. His both hands grasping his pint of Amstell top. Hes alone. He continues to watch her being bought drinks by tall, handsome men in suites. She, is a smart, young woman, making polite chat. But there is no spark in her eyes. Shes bored. The man can see her face struggling to smile. He looks deep into her eyes. Shes empty, blank, lost. The Amstell top has finished. The clean bottom glass and the Man shift from foot to foot. Does he buy another? Does he say Hello to the young woman. Has she been watching him?

He moved to the bar, still watching her, there has been no eyes contact. There is a gap in the circle of men around the Woman. He slides along the bar, getting closer and closer. He can feel her hearbeat, he can see her chest rising and falling with every breath she makes. Her hand is softly laid on the bar, no ring. Her soft skin, so close now to his nervouse palm. The man opens his mouth and starts to talk.

"Hello, there. I hope you dont mind me asking but, who is your surgeon? He has done a great job on your face!"

The woman is shocked and slightly amused by his cheek.

"Oh, well...Hello. Im proud to say I dont have a plastic surgeon and to make it up to me you can buy me a drink!"

The man replies quickly "Im getting an Amstell"

Woman- "Please! with a top".

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