Procaffeinations is a weekly series of short fictions, fables and fabrications, all written in the time it takes to finish that first coffee of the day. See this? This is my double-shot latte: A sure-fire way to kick-start some Hallowe’en jitters.
The doctor calls it an essential tremor. Coffee makes it worse. Alcohol makes it better. I’m told it’s nothing to worry about, but all the same it feels like my left hand no longer belongs to me. It has betrayed me. In fact, it has become quite the defiant little dancing deviant. A real sinister stranger. Nowadays I try to ignore it altogether. I pretend not to notice when it spills my coffee or drops my keys. I go along with it throwing up a wayward, vexing middle finger at unknown passers-by. I even feign indifference when – late at night – it crawls up my chest, wraps its fingers around my throat and tries to choke me in my sleep.