I’ve always liked Gin.
Straight gin that is.
I know exactly where it started…My love for the gin.
I used to go to my mum’s boss’s house with my parents and I was allowed the odd can of beer. One night that we were there, his old aunties were visiting.
Weird they were.
They dressed in long skirts and tight shirts. They smelled of cloves. Jim asked me to pour them a drink and they both wanted gin. So I poured them the drink and had a sniff. I found the aroma to be very pleasant. I asked them what they wanted in it, my mum and dad took lemonade in their whisky but I didn’t want to be presumptuous so I thought it was only polite to ask. They giggled and said that it was fine the way that it was.
Their giggle was intoxicating. Their eyes twinkled. I felt strange. I was young but I knew enough to know what I was feeling. I looked at them and realised that my thoughts were more to do with the sound of their giggle although their appearance intrigued me and their bodies captivated.
I brought them their drinks and they both sipped at the same time.
They looked at me and their eyes twinkled. They thanked me for their drinks and told me that it was delicious.
Their voices were melodic.
I watched as they both lit a cigarette.
I brought them an ashtray and they thanked me once again.
For whatever reason, I opened up some peanuts and put them into two bowls. I sat them down beside the sisters and they began to nibble at them. They looked at me and smiled.
Their smile made me very happy.
They finished their drink and held out their glasses for a refill. I obliged. Over and over again, I obliged.
When I returned home that night I masturbated. As I fantasised about the sisters I could smell juniper and clove. That comforted me.
Every night for the last eight years I’ve thought of the sisters.
It’s time to visit.
I’ll take some gin.