Three Days of Whiskey and Wine - 3: Ending

Alarm and cacophony awoke the couple on that Sunday. The Sun, nightcap still on its head, barely saw them leave their hovel and return to the woods where the great worm left them. Singing platitudes and making offerings, the couple re-entered the worm’s hole, and soon again knew no more.

The man was the first to awaken, alone and across the river. He wandered into a house of wise men, and listened to them speak about one another, laughing to himself when the wisest lost his temper.

The woman found herself near the home of the tall, quiet one. Hefting the umbrella she bought with his belongings, she went off to pay him a visit. He was drinking wine, in a great house, by himself. She joined him and laughter, loss of self and allergic reactions became reality for a little while. The quiet one quite liked the umbrella, and put it in the refrigerator for safe keeping. She put on some music and began to dance with a chair. Silliness overcame the both of them and they knew no more.

The man met a former fellow philosopher, and they spoke of the absence of time over coffee and strawberries. The combination left them giddy, and as they got up to leave, the friend stole the keys to a ride, and promptly left black marks behind as they sped through town. The trip was exhilarating; dodging Caterpillars and people, reaching speeds not reached since their younger days out west, they found themselves safe and in the woods in no time.

Inside the trunk of the car, the two discovered a package of corn nuts, a package of pistachios, a flask of whiskey and two types of juice. Leaving the ride behind (but taking the keys with them) they wandered further into the woods and had a picnic with their ill gotten gains.

The day passed.

The sky was reddening when the philosopher decided to leave the shaded woods. The ride came to life, and the philosopher was soon gone. The man wandered back to his hovel gently nipping at the flask of whiskey. He wondered where the woman was, there were great stories to tell. He nipped at the flask, nip… nip… nip. The whiskey was gone and the man knew no more.

And that’s the three days of whiskey and wine. I’ve got more if you want them, tell your friends to bring the Templeton.