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After a bad day Carl was tempted to go back to his old ways and give in to temptation.

Carl stepped out of the office and tugged his tie loose. What an awful day. His head was pounding. The back of his neck and shoulders ached. He knew the pain was down to the stresses of the day. There just wasn’t enough hours in the day and his management were not only clueless but continued in their demands. And, he swore, it was only Tuesday night. He might have managed if it had been Thursday. A wicked thought popped in his head. A voice whispered, I know what would make you feel better. He shook his head. No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t give in to the craving that was always there. He had been clean for over twelve months now.

He showed his weekly pass and shuffled on the bus. He found a seat and slumped, head against the cold glass window. As the bus swayed and jerked out across the city, the gnawing in his stomach came once again. It would help sort you out, just make the call. I can’t. He told himself. He had been doing so well. He felt better, more alive somehow. All his family and friends always commented on how much healthier he looked these days. But one time would be okay, wouldn’t it? It had been an awful day. Just this one last time, one last hit, that wouldn’t hurt? Stop! He growled to himself, his fists clenched tight. No. He was doing really well. If he succumbed to the temptation and gave in to the junk, what would he say at his next meeting? Would he tell them? Yes, he would have to. To start lying at the meetings was a perilous path he did not want to go down.

But should he get one last fix tonight? What harm could it do? He wanted it. He needed it. He could always start again tomorrow. He sighed. Was he actually going to do this? Was he going to make that call? There had been many nights when he’d almost dialled that number and got the stuff. But he had resisted. There had been birthdays and Christmas, and he’d come through. He had stuck to it, been able to walk tall at the next meeting and explain how well he had been done, how he had managed to restrain himself.

Could he let a bad day at work undermine all his efforts? Would he actually enjoy it? Maybe he needed to get it out of his system. One last time. Just the once. Then he’d be back on it. Perhaps, the demon whispered, it would actually be a good thing. Do this and then get back in the saddle tomorrow. Maybe it would be just what he needed. No. No! He was making excuses for being weak.

He got off the bus. As he walked towards his house, he pulled out his mobile phone. He paused. It was no use. He couldn’t resist. He told himself it was the last time he would make the call. He found the number and hit Call.

‘Hello? I’d like to order a pizza, please.’

Submitted: April 21, 2020

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Arghh!How could he! An excellent flash tale, CT.

Tue, April 21st, 2020 7:07pm

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