tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72773890678396635252024-09-09T12:33:25.278-07:00Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557584429158375441noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277389067839663525.post-41912372235253318082009-12-05T01:28:00.000-08:002009-12-09T22:14:29.650-08:00<dd><abbr title="Tweet to Novel">⁰</abbr>Men start life with no map to guide their journey. It is only as time leads them that they can begin to write their story. <abbr title="Wendybell">¹</abbr>Man's life is a book of blank pages waiting to be filled, so here goes the first step where it going to lead, he will never close his eyes. <abbr title="JellybeanCircus">²</abbr>But if he does, each time he opens them the slate will be wiped clean. A new journey will begin and a new page will be designed.<br /><dd><abbr title="anonymous">³</abbr>Today's page opens on a cold, windy afternoon. The sky is a cruel blue unmasked by clouds or shelter from the sun. The man is alone. Silent. </dd><abbr title="ExcuseEditor">⁴</abbr>Jeff's secrets remain unspoken behind his graying beard. The failed marriages, the drugs. Letting his mother die. Make it right, he thinks. <abbr title="JLuchkiw">⁵</abbr>But how could he? It was too late. She was gone, he had become an addict, the situation was simply hopeless; unless...Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557584429158375441noreply@blogger.com0