Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Hat-Man. Comments

Rating: 5.0

It was an evening that Hat-man would never forget. Under the cynical eyes of onlookers he made many mistakes and one that would seal the fate of his increasingly bigoted egotistical lie of a life. 'Hat-man! ' cried the onlookers with fire in their eyes, 'Drink up this Tabasco sauce Hat-man! —bet you can't do it! ' Of course these were clever onlookers, they knew this hat-man like a child knows it's toys—how could he refuse? Afterall it was his ego that had been challenged in the shape of the shot glass full to the brim of mind-melting Tabasco sauce.

He glanced at it showing no sign of terror; behind these striving eyes, this jaw that showed no weaknesses was a trembling shrimp. He took off his hat, slowly and placed it on the table next to the shot. 'I've had hotter than this before, ' he said sneering at the onlookers. Here was his spotlight, his moment, and his big finale to end the evening with nothing more poignant, nothing better than the proclamation of his own ego. He scooped up the shot glass and eyed it up; held it under his nose. The onlookers saw that peer-pressured little boy and encouraged the pride in it to prove itself.
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Tom Balch 03 September 2008

wow, now that young lady was gripping, very well written indeed 10+ regards Tom

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