3 AM Solitaire
Somehow, lost in his deck of cards, he had wasted the entire day. The sun had set, and the only orange light left came from a side table lamp reflecting through his cheap bottle of whisky. Hearing the clock in the hall chime three times, he realized that he had let more than the day slip away. It was 3 am. Slightly drunk, but safe at home with no plans of going anywhere, he looked down at the deck. Face up were both joker cards. Funny, he thought, he had forgotten to remove them before laying out the last round of solitaire. What are the odds that both cards would be face up at the same time? Shaking his head in amusement, wiping his hands over his face, rubbing his eyes, his stomach began to grumble. He hadn't eat in nearly twelve hours. Thankfully there were a few small frozen pizzas in the freezer. Sliding forward on the sofa, standing and stretching, looking at the TV to notice some late night B movie playing, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Killer Clowns from Outerspace". Oooo scary stuff. Turning on the oven, opening a pizza and placing it on the empty rack, he adjourned to the hallway bathroom for a quick leak. Popping the cork at 3am. Another good night, he thought. Washing his hands, he stepped back into the hall, and turned towards the kitchen; not noticing the shadow that had appeared at the far end behind him. The 'ding' of the oven went off signaling that his plate sized pepperoni pizza was done. Grabbing a plate and spatula, he opened the oven and carefully plopped the pizza on to his plate. Pizza slicer in hand, he cut a few strategic slices, and put the slicer into the sink. Walking back into the TV room, he placed the plate onto the coffee table, poured another round of whisky, and decided to see what the movie was all about. Time passed. He ate. Visions of evil clowns faded in and out of his eyesight. Whisky had definitely done its job he thought. Leaning back on the sofa, he dozed off. Time passed.
Startled awake, he sat straight up. He swore he heard a noise, but maybe he just had to pee again. He apparently hadn't slept that long, the clown movie was still playing. Getting up, he went to the hall, flipped on the light, took a leak with the door still open. Coming out, looking both ways with nothing to see, he turned off the light and went back to the TV room. Plopping down. Relaxed again. He watched more entertaining clown shenanigans. Oh so exciting. He thought very seriously about how much he needed a girlfriend, or even a decent hobby. A scene of the movie came on which depicted the face of a clown that filled the entire screen. Sharp teeth. Overly exaggerated eyes. Fake blood dripping from its fangs. So cheesy. Taking a sip of whisky, glancing into his glass for a moment, savoring the drops of rusty liquid, he turned his attention back to the movie. The action had commenced, but the clown face was still there. It wasn't full screen this time, but it was there, like a special effect hovering behind all of the other action. Interesting. The movie played and played, and the face stayed in that one spot on the screen. A commercial came on, and....and the clown was still there. Another commercial, still the clown was there. Finally convinced that he was thoroughly drunk and needed sleep, he grabbed the remote, and turned off the television. In the light of the lamp, the room reflected on the blackened screen. The clown......was still there. As hair on the back of his neck began to stand, his throat suddenly became parched. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned his head backwards, looking up. Over him stood a clown. With a tilt of its head, its painted face began to smile. Then, it began to chuckle. Then to laugh. Then to openly cackle louder and louder. Teeth bared razors and eyes glowing bright yellow. Then the world went dark, as if whisky had finally settled the game of solitaire, and it was time to dream.
-3 AM Solitaire