Going To A Meeting

Written in response to the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction

 

Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. My story begins after the photo below. To read what other author’s have written, just click on the blue frog at the bottom.

A bridge going over a small river

The meeting started promptly at 7:00 p.m. It was one of the three or four meetings he made each week.

It was a Friday meeting. Friday meetings were always speaker meetings. He looked forward to hearing how other people had overcome their addiction. He always learned something at these meetings.

At this meeting he looked around and most of the regulars were there. Old Tom, whose advice was always the same. “Put the plug in the jug”, and you didn’t have to worry about ever drinking again. He knew that did not work  for everyone.

Mr. Sam was always there. Always early to make the coffee and set up the chairs and welcome newcomers. Sam picked up his 50 year chip last month. He claimed  to have met Dr. Bob in Buffalo one time. Mr. Sam always claimed his seat up front when he wasn’t chairing the  meeting. No regular member would  ever consider  sitting in Mr. Sam’s chair and new comers were politely asked to find another  place to sit if they even looked at Mr. Sam’s chair.

He always considered walking over that little bridge signified his path to sobriety one day at a time.