His friends welcomed him with open arms and a bottle of beer when he joined them in their favourite pub, the evening he discovered his wife and his son had left him. He slept well that night, deep and dreamless and alone, and next morning, the sharp sting in his chest when he became aware of the emptiness beside him hurt only a little worse than the hangover pain in his head.
He didn’t want to think, to remember, to hope, and only the bottled promise of emptiness and the haze of forgetting made him work, sleep and function.
His boss looked concerned at first, then talked to him, stern, understanding and unrelenting, then fired him.
He didn’t care, and he didn’t care either when his friends started to ignore him, his neighbours complained and finally his landlord gave him an ultimatum: one more night in these rooms that had once been their shelter and their sanctuary, and now were only a prison full of memories.
When he slipped that night on the greasy tiles in front of the toilet, when he couldn’t get up because everything was blurry and dazed, when the coil of vomit didn’t make it past his throat and blood dripped from the cuts the broken mirror had left, he still didn’t care; for what, if nothing was left?
Written for Six-Sentence-Stories, cue “Slip”
A sad story, nicely written.
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Thank you!
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Wow! Tragic in six! Great job.
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Thank you!
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So very sad, when addiction has the final say in a life. Well told!
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Sad, yes, but it happens far too often. Thank you!
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Ok world! Bring it on! (lol… odd compliment: totally thought of Tom Waites singing the theme song, if this were a movie).
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good Six
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Good choice, not odd at all ^^ Thank you!
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The downward slope is extremely difficult to overcome and often times leads to ones death. But, there are many times when the person hits bottom, they began to really try to turn their life around. I hope he reahes the point in his life when he realizes he must really change his way of life . Wonderful story and many can relate to it.
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I think often the biggest difficulty in crawling this slope back up is finding a reason why and for what. Thank you for your kind comment!
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I hope this fellow realizes where he is headed sooner than later and seeks for help to overcome his addiction.
This is a great, but sad, SSS.
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Yes, one can always only hope that it isn’t too late yet. Thank you!
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His sense of hopelessness is palpable through your words. A tragic tale indeed.
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Sadness gathers momentum and size, like the snowball rolling down the mountain. The tragedy in this six! Nicely done.
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A slippery slope he sailed down. A well spent six from you.
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