101 Word Fiction - 005
Inspiration struck hard today. The sun was shining, and the air was cold and bitter. It made short work of my thin sports coat and chilled my bones, only to be beaten back each time I burst into a pool of sunshine. The world seemed to have a glow about it. The air buzzed with so many possibilities. Then I played pool with Paul. Paul reeked of whiskey, body odor, and despair. His wrinkled hands were covered in scars and scabs, and shook violently. His eyes were hollow. But when the man picked up a pool cue, he became a god.
© Bernard Klinke 2009
