(Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans, Louisiana | Save Our Cemeteris Jean Mensa Google Maps)
The black lettering penciled into the attractive blue bottle proclaimed that the Scotch was first introduced to the world in the year 1824. Francesco poured a generous swig into an exquisitely customised glass, and lifting it against the yellow glow of the light swirled it around. The glistening effect never failed to warm the deepest recesses of his heart.
On the 8th of February every year, Francesco canceled every appointment, grave and trivial. A violation of this sacrosanct tenet in the words of his trusted secretary, Amelia, would trigger an “existential crisis.”
Waking up before the sun, Francesco would drive himself to the Lafayette Cemetery and sit in a pensive and penetrating vein before a grave that had an unmarked tombstone. This was where the old gardener was buried. His GOD who transformed him from an orphan into a man of reckoning.
The whiskey in the evening was a vent.
(Word Count: 150)
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