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Crossing the Rubicon
A year in rehab and now he finds himself in lockdown with an alcoholic flatmate. Bottles of half empty booze on table and floor. No books. No TV. No friendly girlfriend to talk to or watch cross the apartment threshold. Just liquor and a selfish drunk in the adjacent room. Laughing at any complaint. Deriding any objections. The flatmate did his own thing. Refused, point blank, to tidy his mess in the kitchen. Left bristles in the bathroom basin when he shaved, wet towels on the vinyl floor. They come to the precipice of a fist fight everyday.
He prays every night as he looks out the window at City Hospital neons.
Would his new self resurrect his old weaker twin in abject surrender?
Temptation is a ghost who never tires of haunting us.
