The Man That Was

I slow my stride to a stop as I stare through the neon lit window. I spy the man I was sipping from a glass. Three hundred days plus one without a drink and just the sight of it makes my mouth water and yearn for a drag.

 

Out of instinct I reach in my pocket for a lighter but all I find there is a penny. The penny my daughter gave me. She told me of the promise that this penny holds. A promise of hope and of a new dad, a sober dad and if /when I weaken I am to toss that penny in my glass and if I can drown her hope then I deserve that drink.

 

The penny makes me smile and puts a kick in my stride as one  more time I turn the corner on the man that I was.

Reviews

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Excellent piece Cherrie, such depth in this one.
when I weaken I am to toss that penny in my glass and if I can drown her hope then I deserve that drink.

Wow!!

[An owl on the moon]

There is so much depth here... a rich emotion of what was.. what you can hope for... and the nature of sitting in between wondering what will come. Fear, and courage, and longing all blended so well.

[Gomer LePoet]

Superb piece Ms. Palmer!! It is a wonder what can make us stand tall and find our dignity. Thanks for sharing.

[Revery]

Excellent write. So much story contained in such little narrative. That's impressive. I very much enjoyed reading it.

[Ron]

Cherrie, what an opening scene for a film! Ring J Arthur Rank at once. I bags play the man. Pity Hitchcock is dead! More Please!

[Dream Weaver]

One word Cherrie, Tremendous!