How many nights had he spent in places just like that? How many too-loud, conversations with people he didn't know? How many times had he cheated death after one-too-many empty glasses led to one-too-many empty promises? Reaching instinctively for the ribbed circle of white plastic in his pocket, he shook his head and walked on.
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Keep walking, buddy!
So lonely. So disappointed.
The walk is worth it though it is long.
I'm up right HERE
You and I Both wrote about a coupla losers this week eh Mojo?
Excellent 55 as always Brother.
Top Notch story today, thanks and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
I keep my chip in my pocket too. "Just keep coming back".
You'll find mine here...with an added request to pray for my son and anyone you know that may be in need:
Friday Flash 55 ~ Wounded Bird
Very atmospheric, but he kept on walking - he's learned his lesson?
My 55 is HERE
nice 55. yeah i took it as maybe his concious got the best of him...this time.
my 55 is up!
He's got to keep walking....
I cannot wait to have more than one of those chips.
xo
I never heard about using the chips that way but after reading the comments looked it up -- I love that idea (I'm going to borrow it for whenever I pass the refrigerator). Even more I love the imagery of him hanging on to it as walks by and keeps going -- I really liked this little story.
@Susan: I hung onto my white chip for years, carried it everywhere. Because it was the first one, and the one that best reminded me that it can all vanish in the time it takes to swallow. Ultimately, I gave it to someone who needed it worse than I did. Hopefully it got him started on the path.
Had to read and re-read, and like Susan, go and look it up.
Here's to all those starting and staying on the path.
As for mine...
sorry .. but i did not get it :(
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