Chapter 1 Moving On

Moving on, first line popped into my head when I started drinking, everything else followed once I got a document opened, kept repeating till then, then the rest followed.

     “You’re alive at least, that's an advantage over me.” I said holding my glass up and taking a small swallow.

     “True and false make a riddle.”

     “Oh hell, not this again, no, I’m fine being here, just fine.”

     “If you’re on, you’ll move.”

     “And if I’m in misery?” I asked, holding my glass up and downing most of it.

     “You aren’t in misery…who?” He asked in a whisper.

     “The lady.” I said in a whisper.

     He looked over his shoulder and turned back to me with a sad smile, he shook his head.

     “Then I’m in misery!” I yelled, raising my glass, I heard more than one join me, a few raised then fell over smashing glass everywhere.

     He looked at me with the same look.

     “Next round time then.” He said.

     He stood and turned and vanished as his cloak and scythe appeared.

     I closed my eyes and dwelled in misery, until she came over to keep me company.