~ and some days this is how I find the inspiration to write. Black coffee and Peggy Lee, hon.
A paragraph from a scene titled, Do Right. The setting is a fictional locale – Ardua Pier- where things happen
Truth lies in a dream.
The dull blast of a horn signaled a ship entering port. He listened as waves lapped against the pylons. The high-pitched sound of a woman’s laughter rang from the neighbouring sugar factory. From a warehouse loft, somewhere high above the hillside, a violin’s music serenaded the stars.
Life is ever-changing, he thought, like the sea: calm and smooth, violent and rough. He yearned for a moment between struggle and triumph, a respite.
The hum of a car’s finely tuned engine interrupted his thoughts. He shivered and turned. Shielding his eyes from the glare of headlights, he watched as Rummy’s Cadillac inched closer to the bridge on the pier.