Gorgias |
I’m Tom Gorgias, or so I call myself. My friends call me something else, clearly, because damn Gorgias is hard to not pronounce as ‘gorgeous’ and my guy friends are all kinda like uncomfortable with saying that to other guys so there. I’m tom.gorgias@gmail.com. |
Wiping the gunk out of his eyes, he got up. Well, he tried. He was lying on something hard. It hurt a lot. His eyes had an easy time accommodating. It was either dusk or dawn and the stars were still visible through a pink veil.
What was hurting so much was in fact a very large rock. The very large rock was situated roughly thirty yards out into the sea. When he turned his head, he could see the beach in the near distance. He felt the rock with his free hand. It was a normal rock all right. Just very large and in the middle of the water. Waves were slamming into it constantly, spraying him with a fine mist. Free hand?
In his right hand was a bottle of gin, almost empty, impossible to let go. It was superglued to his right hand. There was a good chance he’d done that himself. Many more mysteries would slowly unravel as the alcohol level would drop and the fine mist would keep him awake.
