Tuesday, October 11, 2011

just a clip of some writing...

Why are you drinking at ten o'clock in the morning?"

I pulled the cheap, plastic cup to my lips and sipped slowly.

That tourist trap of a street vendor saw me coming.

"We're on Bourbon Street. It's practically a mandate." She was right though. I hadn’t realized that mint juleps are mostly Bourbon, a thick alcohol that’s an acquired taste, and precious few people ever grow accustomed. I tossed the half empty cup towards an open trash can and missed. We both sat, watching the sprig of mint leaves slide a few feet before halting - abandoned by the brown bourbon and ice, which soaked into the concrete.

"The ground here must be like, 90 percent alcohol." Kay said, staring at the empty cup until I picked it up and trashed it.

"Of course it is! That's why the water table is so high. It's all grey goose."

6 comments:

Charlie Rice said...

Are you insinuating that there's lots of drinking and merriment going on in New Orleans?

Nice story. You should post more.

Debra Lynn Lazar said...

Funny!!!

Jessica Nelson said...

Cute. :-)

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

That was tight writing!

Amanda said...

I like that. What happens next?

Ory said...

get out the lap top and continue...
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