The Golden Elixir

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Yet again this was for a class. We had to use characterization. I wrote this mainly because my dad is an abuser of alcohol not that hes one for the same terms, but whatever. Enjoy and rate please.

Submitted: November 28, 2011

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The Golden Elixir

At first glance, the only thing I noticed walking into the dingy bar was all the drunken people.  They all appeared to be the same until I began to mingle with some of the bar’s occupants.

One of the people in the bar happened to be a man by the name of Geraldo.  Geraldo sat at the bar on a worn stool with cracked leather looking very distraught.  He sat with his head down, looking like he hadn’t slept or eaten anything in days.  After introducing myself, I asked him what was wrong, as it was obvious that something was bothering him.  It was then that he explained, grimacing in pain, that he was mourning the loss of his beloved wife.  With his best friend in hand, golden and numbing, he was trying to drink his pain away.  This glass of seemingly simple beer was his solution to ridding himself of the heartache he couldn’t seem to get rid of.

This beer was a tease to Geraldo, since he had been an alcoholic earlier in his life.  As his glossy eyes stared at the magic elixir, he thought of how he hurt his family before with his addiction.  He hadn’t had so much as a sip for many years due to this fact.  But now, with his family gone, he couldn’t see the harm.  Sadly, the beer began to slowly persuade him to continue drinking, the cause of past pain becoming a promise to future contentment.

The condensation on the side of his glass spoke of its contents, refreshing and cold, and enticed him to take a sip.  The tiny, translucent bubbles whispered sweet nothings to him while the smell of hops entranced him further.  Geraldo began slipping deeper and deeper, the gleaming glass making its way to his mouth.  It was soon a battle between what he wanted and what was better for him.

Thrashing around in his head his emotions battled until it became too much for him.  Feeling broken, Geraldo had nothing holding him back.  He had lost everything when his wife died and now, sitting alone in a bar surrounded by drunks, he succumbed to becoming one of them. As the sweet, golden elixir ran down his throat, all he could think of were the many things he had lost.  All that remained for him was a foggy and unclear life.

 


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