They watched him stumble away. The restaurant was locked and empty and they stood in the hush of the moment. Eric had whipped cream in his hair and ears. His clothes were streaked with cream and dashes of lemon pie. He could feel a cut on his forehead from a camera one of the men had wielded in self-defense. He needed to take a leak.
He felt great. He held his clenched fist in the other hand. It felt great, it stung, it was quick and hot. His body whispered to him. It hummed with the action, the charge at the photographers, the punches he’d thrown, the bloodsurge, the heartbeat, the great strewn beauty of garbage cans toppling.
He was brass-balled again.
I don’t know, for some reason this photo caught my eye. He looks very intense…and we all know I like my Eric intense.
Exciting news about Metric, non? Who do you think called them back; Howard Shore or Robert Pattinson? 😉 If you haven’t listened to much of their music, I’d highly recommend checking out some Metric over the weekend. I’m sure Mr. Packer keeps their complete discography in his limo somewhere… *rummages around*