I have not posted anything in nearly a month but it is Voice Week and I enjoyed it so much last year I could not help but return again this year.
Voice Week involves writing five pieces on a theme and experimenting with the voices of the different characters.
Here is my first entry:
I run my finger around the rim of my now empty glass trying to capture the gaze of the bartender once again. I tell my finger to ignore the stickiness leftover from the sugar rim. It had looked so tempting. I could not resist discretely suckling off its sweetness. After a day like today, the sea blue liquid in the glass did not last long either.
“Ladies always sip,” my grandmother would always say.
Well I am no lady. If I were, I would not be sitting in this place.
The scent of staleness permeates the air. A coating of grime sticks me to my seat. It is going to be a long night.