"What'll you have?"
"Beer's good."
The fizz tickled.
The fizz tickled.
An hours-old "It's definitely you, not me" declaration and a final exit's relief echoes in my head.
A job is life's filler. Not the other way 'round.
Fizzes, tickles...taste like freedom.
A job is life's filler.
ReplyDeleteSo true. So apt.
Saying it is easy...putting it into practice can be a little sketchy.
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I liked what you said about a job being life's filler.
ReplyDeleteThanks...and thanks for reading.
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ReplyDeleteI can relate to this right now. Great story.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
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Absolutely! Cheers!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
DeleteHmmm....beer tastes like freedom? Somehow I have never acquired a taste for beer. LOL But I get where you are coming from! Nice take.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking about champagne...but I really did have a beer. :)
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oOo! I loved this! Great story. Great word choices. "Fizzes, tickles...taste like freedom"--Perfection!
ReplyDeleteThank YOU!
DeleteBest fizz and tickle ever.