It was cold. The snow had yet to fall, but the wind was blistering cold. I could tell it wouldn’t be long by the gray clouds that hung above me. I raised my eyes towards them. Looking, observing, searching for something, anything. A darker gray streak rose to the sky and mixed with the lighter gray clouds. My eyes found their way to the source of the of the distortion. Haymitch’s house.
‘Good,’ I thought. His fireplace must still be warm.
I wiggles my fingers around the coffee cup, realizing my hot coffee had now become cold. I stood and made my way inside. The house was warm. I put the cup with the other few that littered my sink. This was my life. Made of simple tasks. I was too tired to hunt and too restless to sleep. So, I didn’t hunt and only slept when my body couldn’t continue at all. Even when I did allow myself to sleep, my mind was invaded by mutts, death, and him... he hadn’t come.
He probably wouldn’t. I miss him. I had my pearl he gave me and a sketch book I found one day while I rummage through his house for anything to help me feel close to him. I looked at the book on my dinning table. It was beautiful. Everything inside of it was. He drew pictures of anything. Every time I opened it, I found myself in awe. He was a true artist. His carefully placed lines, the background detail in Prim’s picture has brought tears to my eyes every time I find myself on that page.
I walk to the book and run my fingers over the soft leather cover. Picking it off the table, I walk to the fire place and set on the floor. I flip through the familiar pages and the faces of people I’ve seen thousands of times. I run my fingers over the drawing of us he has done. It’s from the beginning of the victors tour. He has his arm wrapped around my waist, and I’m curled into him like a child. I’m smiling towards the camera man, and he is grinning at me with one hand raised to wave. The picture is comforting to me. I let my smile grow bigger as a stray tear finds its way from my eye down my face. I close the book, pull it to my chest, and look at the dying fire.
“Hey, sweetheart!” I hear the drunken voice call, “you have anything to eat?”
People of Sip This: The man on the right owns one of the best local restaurants in Nassau County called @truffle_restaurant_and_bar
His name is Raed (Pronounced Reed) and he’s been coming here every morning to grab his Cappuccino before work since they’ve opened. Often he can be found chatting with our buddy @stankoart
about anything from food to art. He is a classically trained French chef who has worked at the Garden City Hotel and the Allegria hotel in Long Beach. His food is exquisite but not overly complicated. Many of us from Sip have enjoyed wonderfully delicious meals there and never has there been a sour note in his symphony. If you’re looking to treat yourself to some top shelf food head on over to his place, tell them we sent you.