Sunday Photo Fiction

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No one knows when it started or why it started. It just sort of started. Gradually. If you could have seen him back in the day, you would hardly know him as the man you see slouched in the corner over there. Devoted husband. Loving father. He walked away from them you know. Staggered away more like. They’ve never got over it. Rotten sod.

He always liked a beer or two, who doesn’t. Life and soul of the party was our Mac. But one day the booze set him on a downhill slope. You see that glass he’s clutching now? You know what’s in it? Absinthe. Absinthe Blue. Seventy-eight percent you know. Yep. Seventy-eight bloody percent!

Just look at him slouched in the corner. No, not him, me. Look at me. I’m not just mumbling to myself, mumbling about myself. Seeing myself as others see me. Ashamed of what I’ve become. I could give it up. It would be easy. ‘My name is Mac and I’m an alcoholic’. Loud applause. ‘Well done Mac’. You’ve jumped the first hurdle’  Bugger that. Load of do-gooders. I’m all right. I am, aren’t I? Yes, I’m all right. I’m….I’m…..can somebody help me, please? Where have you all gone? Is there anybody there? Please?

 

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28 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction”

  1. So profound, Keith! People start, and life starts to slide, and they drink to cover the pain. things really go south and they drink to forget.
    I’ve a dear friend who was in a car, all three of them drunk, when they ran a stop sign, hit and killed “a fine upstanding young man.” She told me ten years later that never a day goes by but what her mind replays that scene. Yet it’s only one in a lifetime of sad scenes.

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  2. Addiction is the definition of a slippery slope. It is always someone else that has the problem, until that day you recognize the reflection in the mirror as yourself.

    Excellent story. The simplicity of it reflects how easy it is to fall down that slope.

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  3. I enjoy your writing style, even when the topic is on the darker side of life. I lost a younger brother to alcoholism and have seen first hand the sorrows of the affliction. I wonder what Rosie would have to say😊

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  4. You’ve captured the life-cycle of an alcoholic in a remarkable voice. I grew up in an alcoholic home and have always been aware that I walk a fine line when it comes to how I deal with problems in life. Well done.

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  5. Such a sad story, and a great insight into how the cycle perpetuates itself. The way you changed perspectives partway through the story, showing that he was talking about himself, was like pulling it into a more intimate focus: not just “him over there” but (this could be) “me.” Great effect.

    That said, I love absinthe! But not in large quantities. That’s a waste of fine alcohol, to not be able to taste it anymore.

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