He sat with bottle and pistol, thinking it ironic for a large man to be destroyed by a petite woman like her….
Jazz music rode the warm air like a caress on soft skin. He sat outside a small cafe, listening to the music from down the street as he toyed with his bourbon. It was a full moon night, a night that beckoned to the young women with glowing faces, and that discarded the old men with dull eyes.
She was 20 and he was 50. She was antiicipating her future; he was lamenting his past. Spring and Autumn on a July evening, an evening serenaded by jazz and seduced by moonlight.