3-Minute Novel: Steve's "Best Cellar" ….[ Serious; Depression; Mid-Life Crisis; Sex; Solitude ]
Steve lived alone.His wife had up and left him,
and gone away with a widowed neighbor, Bill.
Steve's and Jane's marriage never was too great,
and their fights had increased five-fold of late.
Oh, he was not alone completely.There was Tim,
an Irish Setter; a smart dog, he remained there still.
And Steve had his music, his own and CDs.
He strummed a guitar and ‘classical' put him at ease.
Smoking a little ‘pot' helped him "mellow out" too.
But on a ‘bad day' he'd descend the creaky stairs,
to his basement bar/den to savor some 10-year scotch,
and watch an hour of porn, his hand in his crotch.
He didn't take Tim with him, and he'd SHOUT
at the girls on the screen, sometimes in pairs,
as they pleasured much older men, older than they,
And with his sex organ in hand, Steve would play.
And he lived on take-out and microwaved dinners,
cereal, sandwiches, bananas, and iced tea.
He worked from home, was a playwright of note,
kept to himself, & chain-smoked a pipe as he wrote.
Yes, in his career several plays were big winners,
and for the ‘losers' he still collected a good fee.
But the years were wearing him down, as well as Jane.
Jane used to scream: "You're driving us both insane! "
He never denied it.It was most probably true.
Now with Jane gone, he still sensed the danger.
He'd pondered his problem, considered a "shrink",
But he scorned being told how he should think.
Only his agent or lawyer ever called.Just those two.
HIs "screen-girls" helped, but each was a stranger.
He tossed back his last scotch.His future was plain.
In his "Best Cellar", a bullet blew a hole through Steve's brain.
(January ….10 & 11 …..2019)