By Perry McDaid
“What about those Guru boyos, eh?”
The golden glow—brazier flame flickering through the whiskey bottle just supped—made Jim look warmer than he actually was. Cars whisked across the overpass, their cacophony eclipsed by winds blowing down the storm gully.
“Them Sikh rabbis like a bunch of Dalai Lamas?” Sean croaked.
Jim passed the drink. “Good enough description. Well?”
Sean was having problems gripping the bottle neck. His mouth opened and closed as he stared quizzically at his friend.
Jim caught the bottle as his friend slumped forward. Checking for a pulse, he thumbed the eyes closed.
“Fair weather, pal!”
A fleeting look at the often very real harshness of life. Good job.
We never really look hard enough. Excellent vehicle to encourage us to do just that.