The art of making no-budget films, or how I learned to stop doubting and shoot the film.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Story-A-Day #388: Spirals
SPIRALS
I pushed up the tap and watched as the water spiralled out of the faucet and into the kitchen sink. It pooled there momentarily before disappearing down the drain. I stumbled back two steps and crashed into the counter behind me. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I registered the sound of bottles clinking together. It was followed shortly by a loud thud, and I glanced towards my feet where a half-empty bottle of Havana Club was rolling across the hardwood kitchen floor.
I bent over to pick it up and fell flat on my face, my body smashing into the opposite counter as I came to a rest. I placed my hand on the floor, uncertain that it would support me, but I made an effort to raise myself back up.
I fumbled my way into a semblance of composure, and crossed my legs beneath me. My head was heavy, like thre tons of cement on a spindly nect meant to handle no more than a few pounds. I hunched over for a moment, breathing in heavy, awkward gasps of oxygen. It was not enough. I could feel the world spinning out of control, everything I had ever known spiralling out into the void.
I could hear the water running into the sink above me. A steady gushing sensation. I aimed to stand up, but the world dropped out from beneath me again and I found myself heaped on the floor. Right where I had started out.
I swayed back and forth, trying to figure out how I had wound up like this, without really realizing what this particular feeling even was. Each time I tried to pull a thought together, it wafted away like the extinguished wick of a candle burning out.
Something had gone wrong tonight. Part of it was the drinking. I was in a bad place, and the drink seemed to be the only thing that helped, but it was more than that. I was out of control, completely unable to function. I remembered being at the bar, then turning on the tap.
Why was I on the floor? I flopped over onto my side, the room spinning in tandem with the ceiling fan above me. I let my eyes flutter closed and felt the world spiralling away into a dull void of blackness.
It all just faded away...
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