a short story, a description, a character

November 11, 2009, 10:33 am
Filed under: completely unconnected descriptions

The sound of the restaurant echoed around him. In one hand, he held a half empty wine glass. In the other, a pencil scribbled furiously in a tiny notebook. He paused and took a sip from the wine glass. The wall was painted red, and the room was warm. Chatter filled the air.


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