Sunday, July 25, 2021

A Sinful Laugh: Short Story

 A sinful laugh:

            A couple of…who knows, strangers, friends, family, colleagues, whatever. The important aspect is that they were together. Location-wise, it was apparent that it was close to a liquor store or a bar. Why, may you ask? Simple, they both sported a glass of ethanol with flavor to drown their sorrows. Also, because above them was a sign that said Il Liquore beautifully adorned with vines and flowers of the aromatic kind. The type of signs used in the old European days: wooden with chains to help them swing, to show the clients where to go. Next to it is a nice lantern, dim and obfuscated, hanging above their heads, lighting only them and their moment. A clouded window with nearly a purpose but to bring in the freshness of the breezy night, as well as the cackles of those who revel in the gluttonous sin of alcohol. Below the window were crates and barrels, mostly likely holding beverages for the patrons inside; while some contain the ingredients for those that just want to have a bite before heading home after a rough week.

            This narrow alleyway can barely hold a well-built man, but these two individuals paid no matter the size, for their intent only laid on the moment they were experiencing. Arms flailing, hips dancing, joints celebrating, and jaws bouncing to the rhythm of their laughter. “Remember when we were in our prime, drinking to our heart's content?” said one of the figures. “Barely, but who cares about that. Now we have an endless supply with a bottomless pit,” replied the other in a joking manner, filling the small corridor with their rowdy, roaring riot. The moon only shines at the end of their corridor, giving shadow to strangers that passed by at this late hour of the night. The fragrance of Cestrum Nocturnum permeating their surroundings, giving life to their lifeless body, and joy to their spirited chat. A dame intruding their nostrils, pleasuring their non-existing noses, and reanimating these corpses.

            As the sun begins to rise, their bodies begin to fall. A farewell to a well-spent night with another soul wishing to share their sinful nature, even past the afterlife.

Non peccare da solo, divertiti con gli altri. Trova qualcuno degno della tua presenza”