The music washed over him, like the warmth of a nice dark brandy, flooding him with images of wide open roads, his hair blowing in the wind, a deserted beach, and a hammock swaying gently under the defused sunlight of a deserted beach being lapped by the waves of the wondrous ocean.
Then the commercials ended, and his wife said, “Finally, back to my show!” His reverie was broken by the sounds of glossy women, screaming at each other, lying, undermining, and looking into the interview camera and crying because they weren’t being respected. The bald man sighed to himself, longing for the next commercial break from his life.
Dan Bonser is a voracious writer who sometimes stumbles into a good poem, article, or short story at his somewhat decent blog A Brainless Nod, http://abrainlessnod.blogspot.com/. His life consists of his fiancee and step-daughter who battle for his attention so they can get him to beat video games that are too hard for them. You can follow him (if you really wanted to…) on twitter at http://twitter.com/LynxMadrin, or his Facebook Fanpage at http://www.facebook.com/ABrainlessNod.