If the onset of wrinkles in middle age were referred to as laughter lines, then to look at him, Scott thought, Twinkle's life must have been hilarious. He had sharp eyes that often seemed to visually contradict the lack of intelligence that could be derived from listening to him talk. There might not be a lot to respect in Twinkle, but Scott liked him. He just didn't want to end up like him.
R.D. RonaldTag: descriptive-prose empathetic
A shaft of moonlight illuminated a row of sentinel silver birch in a phosphorescent glow, appearing almost ethereal in the relative surrounding gloom. Boris had stopped again, his silhouette a stark black juxtaposition against the background of illuminated branches.
R.D. RonaldTag: visual-moments descriptive-prose
Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees.
R.D. RonaldTag: drugs philosophical-musings visual-moments
Deciding to wait, Scott sat down with a pint away from the bar at a corner table and lit a cigarette. The clientele in there on Sunday afternoon were the same as most other afternoons. From middle-aged to old men, drinking and cursing at the world like it was the last bus which had just left the stop without them.
R.D. RonaldTag: reflection philosophical-musings
That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets.
R.D. RonaldTag: reflection misery-loves-company
He summoned you into the circle, Scott. For whatever reason, I don't know. But now you've left, you've become a loose thread. He won't sit back with the possibility you might cause his whole world to unravel around him.
R.D. RonaldTag: fear warning impending-doom
Consider and then act, don't react. A worthy opponent will calculate his move to entice a response from you. Make your own play.
R.D. RonaldTag: strategy consider calculate
Strange how things turn out. Two birds, one stone and all that.' McBlane chuckled at his own impromptu joke. 'But things have worked out for the best and now we all get to work together,' he said, and a smile spread across his face as easy as a politician's lie.
R.D. RonaldTag: deception trapped blackmail
Jack laughed behind him, a mirthless sound from a man who had been on the wrong end of life's ironies too many times.
R.D. RonaldTag: cruelty bitterness ironies
We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.
R.D. RonaldTag: reflection poison acid love-hurts love-gone-wrong
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