Story No. 2 - The Glass Half Empty

Today is Sunday the day that marks the end of a week. It has been a pretty good week for me I guess. Nothing really special happened I guess it was just good because nothing bad happened. Theres your glass-half empty view on life. To continue with the glass half empty theme that I have suddenly created I have recently begun yet another story which I will call my story number 2- Actually it's more of a character profile its quite short, needs some work and stuff but here it is...


Jim sat in the farthest, darkest, quietest corner booth of the lonely sad café called Jay’s Food Stop and Shop chewing slowly on a thin toothpick that looked as if it had been chewed just a little too much. There he sat in his well worn collar shirt and shapeless faded jeans that might have been worn for a couple weeks straight. Jim took a drink of his bland tasting coffee that had long since gone cold. He looked out of the same window that he had always looked out of around noon everyday. The window looked out into a dusty deserted street that looked like it had just come out of a early western movie, slight gentle hills rolled in the distance and eventually fading into a blinding mirage of blurry deception. Just above the blur there were two giant ravens wheeling around one another in the midday heat. Jim sat in a dull depressing silence wondering cynically if something foul had died below the ravens. Somewhere in the distance the radio started playing a slow old time country song, something about a broken truck, a broken dream, a broken life. Jim knew the tune too well he thought. He sat twirling his spoon in his stone cold coffee, seemingly fascinated by the small vortex of ripples that was created. The well worn lines in his face creased and tightened etching a small wry smile upon his face. There wasn’t much to smile about these days. And there was even less to look forward to.

Thats all -the end-