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Fizzes and Tickles

"What'll you have?"

"Beer's good."

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.


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  1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 30, 2015 at 12:01 PM

    A job is life's filler.
    So true. So apt.

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    1. Rochelle FritschOctober 1, 2015 at 8:42 AM

      Saying it is easy...putting it into practice can be a little sketchy.
      Thanks for reading.

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  2. AnushaSeptember 30, 2015 at 12:11 PM

    I liked what you said about a job being life's filler.

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  3. AnushaSeptember 30, 2015 at 12:11 PM

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  4. DanaOctober 1, 2015 at 12:11 AM

    I can relate to this right now. Great story.

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  5. Jen BrunettOctober 1, 2015 at 6:52 AM

    Absolutely! Cheers!

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  6. UnknownOctober 1, 2015 at 9:12 AM

    Hmmm....beer tastes like freedom? Somehow I have never acquired a taste for beer. LOL But I get where you are coming from! Nice take.

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    1. Rochelle FritschOctober 1, 2015 at 11:41 AM

      I was thinking about champagne...but I really did have a beer. :)
      Thanks for reading.

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  7. Genna ClaireOctober 1, 2015 at 11:35 AM

    oOo! I loved this! Great story. Great word choices. "Fizzes, tickles...taste like freedom"--Perfection!

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