57. Burning
Bridges
On the way home I thought about the speaker calling herself
an arsonist. The day after she got
sober, she quit working in a bar. The
bar owner knew she was done when she poured a pitcher of beer over his head.
She had said, “I went home and told my druggie first husband I
knew he was cheating, and so was I. One
at a time, I burned all the bridges that had led me nowhere.”
Today I will be an arsonist, I will burn the
bridges to nowhere.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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