Aqua

Aqua Vitae

A confused executive finds meaning in 70's music and a hooker with a heart.

Alex cruised the bar dropping in on conversations as diverse as the IRA to the Russian elections and the return of the cold war. He felt such a burning desire for more. One thing that would burst that bubble of mediocrity that frustrated him hour by hour, day by day.

Standing outside for some air he braced himself against the cold southerly breeze, watching an orange piece of paper flapping around in the wind, like an anxious bird looking for worms.

As he turned to go inside he thought he had been slapped in the face. The paper bird had flapped hard against his cheek and stuck there. Irritated beyond belief he grabbed the paper and was about to throw it away when for some inexplicable reason he decided to read what it said.