theTerryclothWarrior

       You need to examine the-       A pain pinches behind your eyes, and they wander, catching the colors vying for attention. Catching the blue.       The blue reflects first off the chrome shaker, reflecting a spot on the stack of coasters. It’s the algae-tinged green-blue of an old lake, a hint of ancient wisdom in the brand new bar Alain asked you in to do business. You follow the color to your cuff. Your blue has less green, a stretch of sky at ten in the morning, a statement of freedom in the awkward spot Alain has put you in. It's broken only by a single cloud, an opal cufflink w