Lake Shore Drive – Episode One
Lake Shore Drive
Episode One
Goodbye To The Not Yet Emerald City
The porter rest his weathered and sea salted hands and gave the faintest of grips, trying to force some strength into this man.
This man–was he a man? The porter was no longer sure. Actually, upon meeting this fellow some years ago, he hadn’t known just what to make of him. The porter pressed firmly one more time. While doing this, he snaked out a pack of cigarettes from his uniform.
The man on the table shook his head as best he could but the restraints were tight. Tighter than usual he thought. But, he couldn’t be too sure. He couldn’t be too bothered either. “I…don’t…smoke.”
The man had clamps on his mouth (as requested), so speech was more difficult than usual. The porter stuck a cigarette right down into a nook and cranny of the gray fellow’s gray lips, making it look a little like a flagpole–one whose flag was burning incongruously in its surroundings. The man strapped down to the table, the gray man whose muscles were squirreled with taut veins running amuck all over his failing body–this man, wondered the porter, was he afraid of dying? …