Spirals

A single glass of vodka sat on a table meant for plenty. The building lifeless and silent until the man lit a cigarette. Struggling to get a flame he finally got one lifting it up to his mouth lighting the cigarette. The first drag lifeless and grey, ashes fell and scattered across the old broken floor whilst the man sat on the chair staring intently out the window at the various bars and clubs scattered across the street .

Drunk people swayed left and right to the music glasses chattering, people laughing and enjoying eachothers company. Darkness entered his room like the light from the clubs was shunning it away. The man took a drag of his cigarette and a swig of vodka ignoring the burning sensation the vodka left on his throat. Stubbing the cigarette on his thigh shortly after and flicking it out the window still unmoved.

“I miss her” the man muttered under his breath with a tear forming in his eye but left ignored by the man taking another swig of vodka. Rooms once filled with love and laughter glowing with light now turned into a pit of darkness with no place to escape. Rooms with memories now left rotting and dying. Mold crawled up the walls slowly spreading spores as it moved. Floors chipped and broken but on them say 2 pairs of shoes. He glanced over at the shoes and once more took a swig of his vodka finishing the glass leaving him feeling more empty.