UNDER THE BRIDGE

 

Highway traffic at night-Al Forbes-April-17th-2016

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–April 17th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members just click on the link below, then click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/04/17/sunday-photo-fiction-april-17th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 3+196 = 199 Words

UNDER THE BRIDGE by P.S. Joshi

Overhead cars and trucks sped by, each to its appointed destination. Under the bridge a different scene took place.

“Jeff”–Frank leaned in closer to the fire–“how’d you end up here? You got a good education. I can tell by the words you sling around.”

“Well, my old friend,”–Jeff sighed–“First I drank too much. Then it was all those cocktail parties the boss insisted I attend when I already had a drinking problem. Finally, he fired me because he smelled alcohol on my breath at work. That’s what you call a double standard.

“Next, my wife left me and took the kids, and dog. I couldn’t blame her. I lost the house but kept on drinking. I just plain gave up. So, you see me as I am now.”

“Buddy”–Frank raised a wine bottle to his mouth and took a gulp–“ain’t there nobody for you to go to in trouble? No other family around?”

“Well,”–Jeff took a swig from a whiskey bottle–“my sister’d want me in rehab.”

“My man, do it.”–Frank coughed and lay back on his blanket–“You won’t last long out here. I’m about done for myself.”

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16 thoughts on “UNDER THE BRIDGE

    • Thanks, Diana. I hope they have a brighter future also. I’m pleased you thought I did a good job with the story. It is sad and close to the truth. My brother had a drinking problem. He had to go to cocktail parties as part of his job and finally had to take early retirement because of it. His boss was pleased with his work, but the parties were too much. Knowing him, I doubt he ever had alcohol on his breath at work. He was one of those who had been drinking a long time and handled it well. —- Suzanne

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  1. I hope Jeff takes Frank’s advice. (To be honest, I quite liked the unresolved ending. I find it forces me to think about the story more than it would if it had a clear happy ending.)

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  2. Thanks, Bun. I’m so pleased you liked the story, even the ending. I didn’t have the words to write it, but Frank’s really ill. He’s got pneumonia. He knows he hasn’t got long. Winos have a terrible addiction I also hope Jeff follows his advice or he’ll probably end up the same way. —- Suzanne

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