sitting by himself, feanor takes one last swig of his drink. the night janitor seemingly ignores him as he sweeps the floor. the lights are low and the room filled with smoke...a slow somber music plays in the background...the janitor stops by feanors table and looks up..."it's almost closing time mister." not looking at the man, feanor answers. "yeah, i know. just thought i'd hang out a bit before taking off."
"suit yerself", the janitor said...
as the music fades and the image of the sweeping janitor blurs, feanors mind races back to the beginning and smiles...the memories flood his thoughts and his eyes glisten with moistness.
feanor rises and walks to the revolving door and reminesces...smart move A.D. he says to himself and to no one's ear...he turns and leaves...
May 20, 2004
Feanor wakes up to realize it was all a dream... 😛