"Bottles, like the coffins they deliver, come in all shapes and sizes. It's the promise of death, that alcoholics are after. The marketing ploys of sex and wealth, fun and adventure, those are for the tourist. Alcoholics don't need to be sold, they aren't buying into those "sweeteners." An alcoholics idea of romance can be found in the final scene of Romeo and Juliet. When Romeo is all too eager to drink the poison and join his "deceased" lover. Follow by the honest scene where Juliet awakes, finding her departed and an empty bottle. That is what alcoholics leave behind, empty bottles.
A bottle emptied of poison, in exchange for a coffin, to be filled with the poisoned." Happy Sober October. Fleshing out some thoughts, trying to work Bottles and Coffins. I don't know what I'm going to do with this yet. There's a always a story to be told. In the process of working one story, another one swept up my attention. The art of telling the story is understanding that stortellers start and feed the fire, while the elements keep it going. There's something magical that happens when a story comes alive and takes on a life of it's own. It's my favorite place to be, when reading or telling a story. Hopefully I can do my duty and allow others to experience it.