Written in five minutes time, with some friends in Capitan
I carried the bag filled with cheap plonk from my car, through the door that joined the garage with the kitchen and set it on the table where the Formica was faded from wear and sunlight. Sunlight that had streamed onto the surface through the window ever since my mother had put the table in the position where it still sat today. I retrieved a tumbler from the cupboard, filled it with cheap Spanish wine and began to drink. I had set the goal of drinking until the darkness descended and enveloped me in a cocoon of silk – no pain.
- it is what you allow it to be
- the darkness
- the cheapest wine
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
It sounded just like you — until the end.
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You are such a fine conjurer, Thom. I was right there. Who would’ve thought that faded Formica would be such a powerful ‘touch-stone’.
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You are too kind.
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Not at all. You have TALENT!
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oblivion is a good state to arrive at sometimes 🙂 a finely written piece, not a word wasted —
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Thanks
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My very first home was 80 years old when we bought it… There was a formica topped table in the kitchen.
Hmm… riverslets of sunshine? 😀
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Yes! Riverslets of sunshine, indeed.:)
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🌞
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