The prodigal son (641 hits)
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Submitted by MOssiah (View user info) at 2004-03-10 15:50:43 EST
Under the beguiling influence of wedding cocktails the best man traipsed down the staircase, bridesmaids following close behind.
Had he arrived home?
That's what it felt like as he wandered through the building. There was an excessively sentimental yearning to return to an irrecoverable period of his life. These sensations resulted in what could only be described as a wonderful melancholy.
"You are a sentimental fool." He told himself. "Let it go."
He made his way through the crowd to the bar. The friends he was with had bought him a drink. He thanked them, and talked with them, but his thoughts were still fixated on his surroundings. Excusing himself, he walked back through the crowd, and found that he had unconsciously meandered to the spot where he had spent so many evenings.
Lost now.
It was like he had used a time machine. It felt like only yesterday that he was here, dancing around, laughing it up. He wasn't laughing now. There was a slight smile playing on his lips, but it held no joy.
The lights, the dance floor, the sofas. They had all changed. It wasn't the changes that upset him so much as what had remained the same. If there was no similarity to the old place, then perhaps it would not have affected him so much, but so many of the little intricacies remained to remind him of what was. What shall not be again.
There was acceptance. That wasn't the problem. He just missed it. He was only a human. He had emotions and wasn't going to apologise for them, hide them, or placate society by ignoring them.
For old time's sake he maneuvered his way on to the dance floor, sculling what remained of his beverage. He stationed himself next to the speaker, another of his most frequented spots. The music was horrible, but also inconsequential. He just needed to escape for the moment. To go back. To feel it the way it was. To say goodbye?
Dancing in the corner, speaker blaring into his face, eyes firmly shut, he reinvented the scenario in his mind. He lost himself in the past, even though he couldn't manage to completely escape the present.
Tears cascaded down his face and landed on his silver shirt and tie, forming dark spots on the shiny material.
Rapture and pain.
Escapism and reality.
A girl dressed in bright colours with pink raver gloves nudged him. He didn't notice. He was pleasantly captivated in his little world of sorrow and delight. Constant poking caused him to invade reality again for a brief moment whilst he suffered hearing the girl shout to him, "HEY MAN, DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE?"
He paused, not comprehending.
"ANY MORE PILLS. I WANT WHATEVER YOU'RE ON."
He motioned that he didn't have anything, not bothering to inform her that his condition wasn't the result of a drug enhanced state. It wasn't important. He ventured back to his nostalgic purgatory. He knew it wasn't to last, but was happy that this chance had presented itself for him to release the pent up feelings that he wasn't even aware he had.
He left the club, and wondered if this was how Christians felt after confession. He felt both relief, and a small pang of loss for the pain he had released. It's amazing the things you can grow accustomed to. "Never mind", he thought. "There's more where that came from."
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Submitted by Insanethemind (user info) at 2004-05-23 14:39:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Miss_Sim (user info) at 2004-03-10 19:16:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm glad you chose to share this piece.
Submitted by Hairsphincter (user info) at 2004-03-10 18:40:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
How does this only get three ratings?
Submitted by MOssiah (user info) at 2004-03-10 15:59:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Sorry, there is no more. Just a little insight into one night of my life.
Submitted by jumpinjellyfish (user info) at 2004-03-10 15:55:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
OK...I'm intrigued...is there more?
Submitted by T.chow (user info) at 2004-03-10 15:52:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
interesting