By Derrick Fernie
The anxiety was beyond belief; he was almost drooling! He wiped his chin, trying to make sure no one saw his shameful actions.
He wanted it more than life itself, and the excitement almost made him foul himself. He hurried down the dark street headed towards a certain future, one in which, in his tortured mind, he had some control.
But sadly the reality was far different. There was no control, only fever.
The small package owned him body and soul. The money was thrust into the outstretched hand, and in return a spoon, a needle, oblivion with death his future.
wowzah, powerful imagery
Thank you so much I’ve succeeded! I like to make a reader feel like their part of the story emotionally.In this case it was of a primal nature.
Great read. Psychologically nuanced and packing a punch.
`Thank you Luis writing is about feelings,There are no feelings more raw then drug addiction I’m not part of that world– but I have watched a great Canadian boxer George Chavalo talk about the horror it created for his family, as well for him I dedicate this story to him..
Well done Sir.
Loved the title and imagery of this well-written story. A sad but, too often, true story.