Saturday, 17 April 2010
The Man at the Bar
It was hard to tell in that light, from that angle.
Was the man at the end of the bar relaxing over his drink, slumped forward, slowly succumbing to the liquor in the glass nestled in his hand?
Or was he actually clinging to the bar, struggling to stay upright, defying the gravitational pull of perhaps one or three too many?
What lay behind the enigmatic half-grin on his face – a quiet moment of reflection, a subtle contentment, savouring the imbibed alcohol?
Or the realisation that his brain no longer had command over his legs and he was going down for the third time?
Perhaps he was none of these. Perhaps, in fact, he was researching a novel…..
...will we ever know, for sure?