| Re: Hooks; let's write 'em.
Sitting there in the quietness of the dimmed bar desperately keeping out the light of the summer's day, he looked into the top of his glass of beer. Both hands firmly gripped to its wet base. The beer in the glass, far from cold by now and hardly touched is stilled. The man could see his scared reflection of his face and his peircing saphire eyes ablaze looking back from the golden surface of the beer.
His mind drifted to another time, another place, a place in a distant land. His mind unfolded as he could hear the laser fire, men and beast screaming and faling to their deaths. As he sat there, he could taste his own salty blood. He was back in the hellish jungle of Adajahara as the slightest tremor from his white-knuckled grip on the glass of beer sent a subtle ripple across the surface of the beer and the sounds of distant whipping blades from overhead filled his ears as the sound drew closer to him still. |