short stories

Pouring Wine

Ryan believed that time stood still for him. Ambition carried him far from reality. Juggling two worlds at once he made cuts that caused others to bleed. Rows of women became a collection of dolls with no hearts. Dripping in their juice, he became the master of illusion. High towers and gold was the promise yet he never planned to bring them before glory. Spinning from one thought to the next, his mind became a circus. Pussy didn’t draw him close and praise seemed like a distraction. A master puppeteer, he dangled sweet things before watchful eyes. Then one day, silence crept in ruining his plan. He looked down at the chains on his feet and realized this was is an illusion.

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