The Steps

 12-step,30-step,100-step,no matter how the rehab programme he followed was called,it always ended up in the same place. The same bar,Jack Daniel's at hand,misty eyes. He held the glass in his hand,the golden liquid glistening beneath the dim lighhts,ice cubes melting,leaving a water trail. Whiskey. One man's poison another man's life. He mused at the thought. He looked up and his eyes met his tired reflection at the mirror behind the bar. He drained his glass,put it down,slowly got up,put on his jacket and made his way out.

 The thought  was lingering on his mind. That's what his life came down to? Poison? He went over it again and again on his mind as he was aimlessly wondering around the dark,wet streets. Following his own steps,curious to see where they would take him. 12,30,or 100,it didn't matter. They were, nonetheless, his own. And maybe,this time,they would take him somewhere else other than the bar he had left behind.

                                                                                                               Written by Ms Paragon