Wednesday, June 13, 2007

How Mark broke his watch (pt. I)

The night descended like an airborne predator embracing the city with wings of twilight. Thinking something probably a little less poetic Mark sat at the bar of the ----------- Club staring into a half-empty, not half-full glass of beer. It was still quite early at night and the place wasn't really crowded yet. Actually apart from barkeeper Jerry and Mark there were only two more persons present: A girl was sitting near the door, observing it, probably waiting for somebody. The other one was a guy in a white shirt, a wearing a tux vest, and on top of that: a bow-tie. He was playing pool by himself. Weird.
Mark looked at his watch: 9.20 PM. Little did he know that it would soon be broken by a sudden unexpected blow.
A cheesy piano-driven song by Meat Loaf was playing on the jukebox and when it stopped the pool player went up to it, put in another coin and another song came on. A slow reverb-laden drum beat started the whole thing, somewhat 80ish. Indeed: Phil Collins started singing and Mark decided to switch drinks and ordered gin and tonic. Unlike Collins, Mark didn't really see anything coming, not in the air that night and basically nowhere else either.