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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Faith / Hope
- Published: 07/23/2012
Just Another Cloudy Morning
Born 1949, M, from NLR /Arkansas, United StatesA strong beam of sun through the window awakens her. She is balled up on the floor. With shakey hands and stumbling feet, she arises.
In the window, an empty vodka bottle stands erect.
Her body begins to tremble. The emptiness in her eyes is overtaken by a torrent of tears!
The smell of the room is heavy! It's heavy with the smell of vodka and body odor.
Where are the missing items: Her bra, her panities, and where is her nightgown?!
She overdrank again!
"Who has she become? What is she becoming?" she questions herself.
Alcohol is taking her life away!
She is drinking herself to death!
Her eyes begin to focus upon a small bright light that seems to be dancing in a tiny spot, high up against the wall. And as she directs her attention upon this small bright light, suddenly, a thought enters her mind, "I am the creator of my own horror story! I am the creator of my own fairy tale" and in an instance, this small bright light becomes the presence of God and his mercy,
and it floods her being!
Just Another Cloudy Morning(Dorsey Baker)
A strong beam of sun through the window awakens her. She is balled up on the floor. With shakey hands and stumbling feet, she arises.
In the window, an empty vodka bottle stands erect.
Her body begins to tremble. The emptiness in her eyes is overtaken by a torrent of tears!
The smell of the room is heavy! It's heavy with the smell of vodka and body odor.
Where are the missing items: Her bra, her panities, and where is her nightgown?!
She overdrank again!
"Who has she become? What is she becoming?" she questions herself.
Alcohol is taking her life away!
She is drinking herself to death!
Her eyes begin to focus upon a small bright light that seems to be dancing in a tiny spot, high up against the wall. And as she directs her attention upon this small bright light, suddenly, a thought enters her mind, "I am the creator of my own horror story! I am the creator of my own fairy tale" and in an instance, this small bright light becomes the presence of God and his mercy,
and it floods her being!
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