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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Leaving the construction site dirty, dusty and tired he headed for home. Not that he wanted to go there, but he really had no where else to go. He leaned against the wall of the building and waited for the bus. He let the first one go by since it was rather full. When he got on the next bus he went to the middle of the bus and sat by himself. His dirty clothes probably kept others away and him sitting alone, but it wasn’t so full that anyone had to stand. He got off the bus at his stop and went into the liquor store. There was one right there at the stop, but most bus stops in the city had a liquor store near. A fifth of whiskey and a beef stick snack was all he could afford. He purchased them paying the man through the bulletproof glass and left for home. He crossed the street and walked down the block. Turning the corner, crossed at the next corner and changed sides of the street to avoid the boys on the stoop about halfway down. He knew most of them and they knew him, but there was no use in walking by them since they might decide to take his fifth. He didn’t need the hassle and really felt the need for the drink tonight for his body ached from all the bricks he had carried. He crossed and changed sides to get to his place. The door had peeling paint and was unlocked; neither mattered since there was no one to impress and nothing to steal. By the time he could plop down on the dirty sofa his wife was already spewing insults and degrading comments at him from the other room. When she came into the room he got up to go get a glass. He knew better than to look for any ice, there would be none. So he cringed as the first glass went down, and then listened to her mouth off at him as the fire roared in his stomach. By the time he got to the third glass it went down smoother, but her tongue was getting sharper. As best he could, he ignored her. Knowing that her life was just as rotten as his if didn’t give compassion at least gave him the ability to keep quiet while she ranted. Eventually, he fell asleep on the sofa as she went off to play bingo or what ever. He really didn’t care where she went as long as she went. When he woke it was almost 4 am so he got up, washed his face in the kitchen sink, and changed his shirt to a slightly cleaner shirt. Then left closing the door and not bothering to lock it. It was still dark but he walked to the bus stop to wait. The hookers we stumbling about dirty, drugged up, and broke. He was nice and said he was broke instead of taking out his frustrations on them like most of the men did this time of morning. It was true enough, he had no money and the half a bottle of whiskey he left by the sofa would be gone by the time he returned. He really had nothing of value, just a monthly bus pass so he could get to work. Even with a million dollars, his spirit was broke and it needed fixing. Who repairs those things he wondered as the bus stopped in a cloud of diesel smoke and he got on the grimy bus. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Professor Gloom, how true you are to your author name! Oh, this is sooooo sad, but so very well written. Have read it this morning and remembered the story perfectly during the day, but reread it again now. There is such unhappiness flowing through this story, it hurts. But then there is also resignation and the kindness of heart. Being miserable makes it possible to understand others who are miserable and there is this poignant solidarity ... I appreciate this story, it's intense and touches me deeply. Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Margherita, I appreciate the kind words and I am glad you could enjoy them (even if not in a happy, sun shining way). Since you did like them, not that responses are that needed for my continual writing, I shall post the next day of this story. It is also not happy. Gloom |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Gloom, you know I really hoped you would continue ... I am looking forward then to your next post. I think it is important that we know these aspects of life, so that we know where to place a special amount of love ... Love, Margherita |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Hey Gloomy one! I got caught up in the story and look forward to more...and maybe I missed something, but where was he going at 4am, back to work? So sad and sadder still that it is reality for some. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"his spirit was broke and it needed fixing. Who repairs those things he wondered"... I often wonder the same, PG...like the others I feel there must be more to come. I am sure there are more than a few who can relate to your words~~ M |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Margherita, Next piece posting today. Thank you, Susan, Yes leaving at 4 am would get him to work by 6 am, a normal summer starting time. Riding public transportation isn’t speedy. This is my fiction, but it could very well be the reality for some of my neighbors here in the city. Thank you, Nakdthoughts, Those sort of handymen are in very short supply. Gloom |
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