Friday Fictioneers: Just a “Buck It” Away

Celeste shoved the car in park under the beer sign that had tempted her. She rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the creaking sign swaying in the wind.
“Just one” she thought.
She opened her wallet and spotted the 30 day chip.
“Buck it” she swore and went inside and bought a six-pack.

Back in her car she looked around before guzzling one.
“Aah, that’s better” she belched, smelling her own noxious vapors.
She looked over at the five remaining and knew what she had to do.
“Buck it” she swore and went inside for six more.

This week’s photo: © Jean L. Hays

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43 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Just a “Buck It” Away

    • Funny…was just talking to my sister about something like this today. A brother of a friend has OD’d on heroin and he is 55 years old! My sister had asked for prayers for this man and was met with silence. Everyone knows he has been abusing drugs for 40 years; honestly, it is a wonder he is still alive at all. We talked about how we really didn’t understand it (the draw of using heroin) but then I said, yes, but look at us, we are both overweight, so we have our own addictions. We can certainly understand that. EVERYONE has their own addictions and if they look deep enough into themselves they can find empathy. It’s hard, but it is not impossible.

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      • That is a remarkably long time to be using heroin and still be alive. And I appreciate the story, Dawn. It’s true, there’s something in each life that can get a hold that is nearly impossible to release.

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        • I honestly do not know how long he has been using heroin. I knew him when he was 15. It wasn’t then but he did things at that age that kids that age don’t typically do. It was just astounding (to me).
          When my sister asked for prayers I rebuked her suggesting he has been trying to kill himself for 40 years. Maybe it was time he succeeded. Harsh, right? But he has children and they love their father. So, for their sake I relented and offered compassion. Eventually I justified it to myself, if to no one else by remembering how imperfect each of us are. It is not mine to judge.

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  1. Too bad. She just hasn’t hit bottom yet, has she?
    Too bad to have to keep putting her hand back on that hot stove trying to prove it won’t burn her this time.
    Buck it!
    Good moving story.
    She should have called her sponsor first. Put a little distance between the thought and the action.



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