"I just don't understand how you got t-to that price," stuttered Mr. Lehman.
I couldn't make out much in the faded, flickering red light of the underground lobby, but even with my limited vision, I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of pity for Mr. Lehman.
His faded, tan-plaid blazer and clay-brown slacks were not only painfully out of style, but they sagged miserably off his frail body. His small, beady eyes poked out from dark circles and bone-y spectacles that slowly drooped down his nose, as if they were pulled by the thin curl of his moustache.
Someone popped their head out from behind Mr. Lehman with an angry look on their face. They raised their hands, palms up, implying a silent "What the hell is taking so long?"
I turned back to Mr. Lehman. "I'm sorry Mr. Lehman, you've just been visiting too much lately. This isn't a sub shop: more visits means you need a higher dosage this time. Your tolerance is increasing. And the juice has only gotten more expensive since the government rations program began."
He sighed and shakily handed over a Gold card. Looks like his credit was still intact.
I sighed. "Take station 7. It has a brand-new gold-plated nanoneedle, and I think I accidentally programmed it to draw more power than normal. I'll let you take a shot at it before I fix it."
His eyes lit up anticipation. "Andrew, you're a good boy. You know how to take care of an old man."
My stomach turned a bit. I shrugged it off and grabbed a tube of biogel from under the counter. "The usual? Sunset on a Taormina beach?"
He nodded shakily as he snatched the tube from my hand and quickly shuffled towards the velvet curtain to the back.(less)
i fell in love with hollywood skies and glittering oceans
picturesque movies and flowery words to mask polluted waters
it wasn't until much later
i moved to california to pursue some good-for-nothing boy
i actually saw the sun
setting over water
it is nothing like the flashing images in(more) my head
gold flecks woven into blue sheets
shattered reflections masked by turbulent waters
As he walked past the scattered bodies , with his muscles on the verge of breaking down and melting into the bloodied landscape. He kept thinking of the glory that would be bestowed upon him once he reached the very top of the mountain.
(more) Each step was a struggle, his breath getting heavier and the early evenings bitter cold air striking his lungs like the spears of the enemy into his platoon. But he continued as he pushed on, as the flag in his backpack flapped about in the wind....
I watched the gold sunset above me. I bathed in its incandescence, absorbing its warmth and closing my eyes to fully appreciate the star's soothing effect on me. As it lowered itself, sinking beneath the mountains on the horizon, I sighed deeply. It's bittersweet, the moment the sun drops(more) out of sight. Darkness falls and and you're left with only a fresh memory of the cosmic beauty you just witnessed. I prepared my self for the inevitable lament, the dying sun before me slowly continued its descent. Like a ship set ablaze, it sank into the indigo gradient beneath. My heart joined. Night fell. I was cold. For the first time since I sat down I noticed the moistness. I finished in her mouth. (less)