angelinaprewett
The trailer stood alone at the end of the park, surrounded by nothing but cigarette butts and empty beer cans. It had a perfect view of the road, and Vanessa sat on the front step, bottle of brandy in her hand, and watched hazily as the world went by along the large road to the city.
Whiskey is the colour of autumn, of cold, and yet it warms as it slides down his throat in the empty bar. He sighs, the last of it sliding away, and he wishes he had more, wishes he hadn't brought his car tonight because tonight of all nights, he needed the whiskey - no, he craved it.