The warm glow morning had crept up on the lone sleeper in the park. In a few moments plants would be bathed in dappled summer light. The warm yellow hues of sunlight spreading hope across the lawn. The grass itself lush green, growing thickly entwined, and woven together like a Persian carpet of the finest kind. It’s delicious softness better than any mattress.
Would he ever wake up
to see the iridescent blue butterfly flitting through flowers?
The drink that ruled
his life would leave him bereft of the colours of life.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
I missed the last two prompts struck down by a strange inertia that stopped me from contributing. Maybe the colour blue was involved. But this is the start of a brand new year for me now so I had to put an entry in for the week. Along with one of my favourite songs.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
I missed the last two prompts struck down by a strange inertia that stopped me from contributing. Maybe the colour blue was involved. But this is the start of a brand new year for me now so I had to put an entry in for the week. Along with one of my favourite songs.
It's so sad.. that he even miss the beauty of the park-bench.. just because of the lure of that bottle.. I like how you composed this.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Björn. It's true isn't it? For some the lure of bottle can be so strong that before you know it life has passed you by.
DeleteYears ago, someone told me how to cope with an alcoholic - love the man, hate the disease. It eventually killed him.
ReplyDeleteSo right indeed, those are wise words. Thanks for reading and commenting Swoosieque and welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
DeleteLush descriptions and as I wrote that, I realized there was another "lush" in there, too. Sad.
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Sometimes too much drink can make a lush - green :-) But you are right Janet it is the second 'lush' who is the focus of this tale. Thanks for reading and commenting.
DeletePerhaps he will be more comfortable in the white clouds and blue sky. Sad, but nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Umashankar glad you liked it. It is sad indeed when people lose their lives to drink.
DeleteA warning I guess. I thought Janet's comment rather clever - I hadn't seen that.
ReplyDeleteIt might be too late for a warning for him now. Thanks for your comment Patrick.
Deleteloved the rich descriptions and the ending which kind of just crept up on me. so sad to miss out on such beauty.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kz I am glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteSad tale. The contrast of the colors and the man who can no longer see them is well done.
I love the song too and included a video of it on one of my stories a while back. Here's the link. http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/12-july-2013/
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle it is such a wonderful song and I felt that it made sense to use it. I am glad you liked the story and thanks for pointing me out to yours.
DeleteSubroto, Beautiful description. Poor man. He's surrounded by lovliness and is no longer aware of it. Alcoholism has claimed his life. Well written. ---Susan
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto, so many miss out on the beauty of life, so consumed by their obsession or addiction. Beautiful write. LHN
ReplyDeleteThanks for your words of appreciation LHN.
DeleteA shame that he wasted his life wasting the good things he took for granted.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Sub!
True, we can all be caught unaware as life passes us in an instant. Glad you liked it Kent.
DeleteVery poignant story, colored with the perfect shade of truth.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting Loré.
DeleteThat was a "stop and smell the flowers" type of story. Actually, the homeless wino is probably more aware of beauties of nature than the hard-stressed executive who rushes from one place to another chasing the almighty dollar.
ReplyDeleteThat's true but it is entirely possible that he is not homeless, just wakes up in a different spot each morning. Thank you for reading and commenting Russell.
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