A Man: a short story Part I
A man sits. Alone. He stares. Christmas. To him it doesn't seem like Christmas. He used to love Christmas. The presents. He loved to buy presents. He would travel far and wide for just the right gift for the ones he loved. He really enjoyed wrapping presents. He'd buy special ribbons and bows and lace. He loved to give presents. In fact he loved to give of himself to every one. As long as he can remember, he lived for Christmas. The singing, the smells, the smiles - it warmed him. Nothing warms him now. He feels cold. Alone. It started benignly enough. He had kidney stones and a back ache. His doctor prescribed Vicodin. Vicodin. That's what did it. That's where it started. Kidney stones, a back ache and Vicodin. He liked Vicodin too much. The elixer from hell. He got hooked. His supply ran out. He wanted more. He broke the law. He was embarrassed. He's still embarrassed. He recovered. Or so he thought. Therapy. Counseling. It was tough but he kicked it. Completed w