Beer-tinted glasses.

He was only happy when knocking back the beers at the bar,

His raucous laughter would peal though the open windows of the snug in the pub,

He was everybody’s hero and everybody’s friend and everybody loved him.

 

 

Until he made it home, up the garden path

The key would turn in the lock of the old wooden door.

Behind closed doors through beer-tinted glasses he was everybody’s fiend.

 

 

His temper flared, his anger rising like bile from below his belt

Buckle undone he would wield his weapon and exert his ire

Until the sun rose and the dulcet tones of the dawn chorus could be heard.

 

© Alison Jean Hankinson.

 

Meeting at the bar tonight for d’Verse and we were asked to explore the demon drink. This is my offering.

 

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

8 thoughts on “Beer-tinted glasses.”

  1. Turning friend into fiend was really clever. I’m impressed.

    I LOVE the ending:

    “Buckle undone he would wield his weapon and exert his ire

    Until the sun rose and the dulcet tones of the dawn chorus could be heard.”

    Liked by 1 person

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