Artisan – an online art book by Dan Joyce
Lunatics in Love
Sally went through the back alley storming. Storming through the night to the downtown bar scene where she once caught a glimpse of chemistry. If ever there was a dangerous warning, it was then. He sat with eyes peering around the room hungry for sex and romance looking like a stalker no one perceives. She calmed herself, took a deep breath and sat on the stool beside him.
“What’s your drug of choice?” He inquired.
“What do you drink? I’d like to treat.”
“Oh no!” she gripped herself, “I’m not looking for someone.”
“I’m Gordon,” he reached out his hand to shake hers, “Gordon Fisher. I’m a painter.”
“What do you paint?”
“Portraits, people mainly. I like animals too.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because that’s what I do. What do you do?”
“What do you run from?”
“Are you sure you don’t want a drink first?”
“Alright! I’ll have a Bloody Mary. Lots of Tabasco!”
What sets us apart as different from any old nobodies? So Sally sat at the bar where she sat so many nights before, sipping vodka and tomato juice wondering what for. An old businessman in the corner table didn’t seem to care. He had lost his job when the market crashed, “the bubble economy” they called it. You’d think by now they’d have seen it coming.
“How old are you Gordon?” she set down her drink and asked.
“I’m fifty. Two thirds of the way there based on the average male life span.”
“I’m forty-nine. Not looking forward to it.”
“Not looking forward to?”
She pulled a pin from a bun in her hair releasing a long Ginger red glow, “Dying!”