Extract of “Whisky”
The same disjointed thoughts and muddled meanderings filled my head as I sat in the airport downing what was surely not to be the last whisky of the night. I let the toxins in my body; aloof, alert, apathetic. I watched the cattle drift by. A young woman sat beside me hastily scribbling angst in a felt notebook. A red handkerchief held her blond dreadlocks together like a bouquet of withering flowers. The pink pen flashed across the page contradicting her every gesticulation.