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”