His wrinkled hands joined together, but his eyes didn't dare to look into mine. This was the day, I had waited for. But now, it felt useless, this whole charade of forgiveness. How did it matter anyway?
Ah! In the middle of the night, I woke up sweating. I took a moment before it dawned on me that I was in a hotel room. I needed to pee so bad.
As soon as I turned on the light, I noticed a silhouette of a hand. It appeared out of nowhere on the glass pane. The hand looked skinny and ghostly. The emaciated ghost!
I come to this club every weekend, usually with a couple of friends, today I came only with one, Ted.
As I grooved to the music, I noticed a man dropping a few drops from a vial into the drink of a girl sitting at the barstool. The unsuspecting girl had been busy on the phone and without realizing what transpired, she picked the glass. I took a leap and toppled her glass before she could take a sip.