Ben Simoneaux (simoneaux) wrote in lechance, @ 2008-12-30 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben simoneaux, jay warren |
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Ben was having a hard time staying still.
A really, really hard time staying still.
He was sitting in the sand by the sea, shoes off, pants rolled indecently high, near to his knees. He was restless, leg moving in uncertain time, making the sand shift, stick to him. The crabs scuttled far from him, disturbed by his motions.
He started singing, low, accent thick, blurring the words enough that it wasn't clear what he was singing- it was Cajun, too thick too even be clearly a French dialect. His eyes were glassy, absent and he was very much other where. He smelled like oranges. Molasses, cooked slow and sweet. Rum. Definitely rum.