Words Have Power, They Are Magic, Epilogue

Nov 24

Words Have Power, They Are Magic, Epilogue

Richard Bittner, Jr sat at his desk in his office on the 20th floor of the Bittner Building.  He had come from the funeral earlier that day and although his wife wanted him to come home, he came to the office instead. He wanted to be alone and he had encountered no one but Steve the guard, who grunted at him.  On the desk lay a manila envelope that held what was...

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Words Have Power, They Are Magic pt 20

Nov 19

Words Have Power, They Are Magic pt 20

Life for me came down to sitting on the park bench during the day, rain, shine, cold, hot, it did not matter. My bench was my place. I was their every day, all day.  It became my palace, my refuge.  There I could sit and look out on the world, well a little slice of that world.  A nice slice at that, the slice that was the corner piece, the one with all the...

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Words Have Power, They are Magic pt 19

Nov 17

Words Have Power, They are Magic pt 19

William, as he introduced himself or Wet Willy as the rest of the park residents called him, was gone in the morning. I had not moved from the bench. Not sure if I slept but it seemed as if I did not nor did it matter. I had watched the bums come out starting their fires after the regular citizens left the park,  cooking their meals, keeping warm, sharing their...

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Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 18

Nov 14

Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 18

I walked to the park away from the noise of the fire trucks and people shouting.   I found the bench I used to sit on before, before all the craziness. When the wife and came to the park, to walk and sit on the bench and hold hands. It felt like a good place to be so I sat. I was a bit surprised that the park was still clean and lovely. Still a happy place after...

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Words Have Power, They Are Magic pt 17

Nov 12

Words Have Power, They Are Magic pt 17

I ended up going back to the shelter for the Wednesday meeting. Not because I really cared so much about my sobriety but because it was raining and she was there.  Mostly the raining though. I have not had a lot of luck with women in my life. They all seemed to be bottom feeders except my dear wife reset her soul. Damn I still missed her, after all these years.  ...

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