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Can You Really Start Over? - A short story

Updated on April 19, 2015
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Bill Russo is featured in the film & TV show, The Bridgewater Triangle & has written several books (both fiction & non) on Amazon Kindle.

St. Pete's Beach

People have been searching for the Fountain of Youth in Florida since 1513. Did the old man find it in God's Waiting Room?


The frail old man sat in his chair by the window, reading only his own mind. Back when his eyes still worked properly, he read the newspaper every morning.

As his sight had dimmed, his thoughts turned inward. Memories were old news; but they were all that he had left. The worst of the bygone times were better than the endless boredom.

He felt the young sun on his wrinkled face.

They were attentive enough; his handlers. Coming in, seemingly a hundred times a day, they brought food that tasted like steamed cardboard, changed his bed and bedclothes and chatted endlessly to him - even though he never replied.

They tied a white bib around his neck, so he wouldn’t make a mess as he pecked away at his food. The strongest protest he could muster, was to tear off the bib and stuff it in the pocket of his old red flannel bathrobe.

He had been in “God‘s waiting room" - a one bedroom flat on the 15th floor of a Pompano Beach High Rise for a month or a year or more. He couldn’t remember. It might have been ten. Ten? Ten years - ten months or ten days? Pick one. The old man couldn’t. And he didn’t care. He only wanted out.

As the sky’s golden orb slowly moved from one cheek to his nose and then to the other cheek, the old man knew that he would be leaving before the sun got past his ear.

With as much strength as he dared to spare, the old main shifted in his chair.

The afternoon sun now hit him full on and the heat warmed not just his body. His thoughts also became hot and he remembered another torrid day some seventy Springs ago.

His body strained in the chair. After one last lurch, he slumped over. The old man left the building.

The sun was especially strong that afternoon in April when the young man awoke. He was lying on his back, in the sand, at the gate of St. Pete's Beach. . The sun had burned its way across his face.

He did not remember how he got to the beach. He recalled only that the hot sun had roused him from a drunken slumber, at the end of another in a series of whiskey soaked nights. Daily drunks that had started in his school days, had become a ceaseless, incoherent blur.

He got up from the sand and walked rapidly; in a hurry to get back to his house. A strange feeling had been building in him since the sun had nudged him awake.

From nowhere, and for no reason, he had an odd thought.

"Caps don’t have to be thrown away. They have two uses. That’s why they make caps,” he shouted aloud, oblivious to the onlookers who stared at him. “They make caps so you can close bottles too. They are not just for opening them!”

Running now, with a pace that would make the winner of the Boston Marathon envious, the young man continued his dash home.

He felt new, changed.

Later, sitting in his chair by the window, he reflected on what had caused his awakening.

It was the dream, he decided. No, not a dream. It was a nightmare. He was old and at the end of an unfulfilled life one moment; and the next, he was sprawled out senseless, on the beach.


The hot, southern Florida sun was setting now. He didn’t want a drink. For the first time in memory, he didn’t NEED a drink.

It was the dream, he told himself again. No. It was a nightmare. It seemed so real, but it was just a…………

“Huh?, What’s this?”, he asked aloud as he felt a bulge in the pocket of his new red flannel bathrobe. He fished out a crumpled, wadded up bundle of thick, white paper.

Unfolding and smoothing out the paper, he was shocked when he realized that it was a bib.






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      Robert Sacchi 2 years ago

      Good story. I liked the Twilight Zonesqe ending.

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      Bill Russo 5 years ago from Cape Cod

      Thanks K. I could not agree more!

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      KDuBarry03 5 years ago

      You are absolutely right, Bill. We all do need second chances; however, it is up to us to reach for that second chance and make it worth while.

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      Bill Russo 5 years ago from Cape Cod

      My deep thanks to you KDuBarry, for reading and for your generous comment.

      We all need second chances. Usually, fate won't deal you a new hand, so it's up to spouses, friends, and family. I raised four kids, two of them boys, and if they did something bad; I always told them that they did a bad thing, but they were not bad. They turned out well, so I guess they understood what I meant and got the message.

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      KDuBarry03 5 years ago

      You definitely use a very interesting narrator, as well as using interesting characterization, in this story. I voted up! Good writing, my friend!

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      Bill Russo 5 years ago from Cape Cod

      Amysutch, I deeply appreciate the kind comment. Thanks very much.

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      amysutch 5 years ago from Germantown, Maryland

      Good story. I liked the ending.

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      Bill Russo 5 years ago from Cape Cod

      Thank you, A C, so much for your very kind comment.

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      A C Nortal 5 years ago from Connecticut

      I liked this a lot :)

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      Bill Russo 5 years ago from Cape Cod

      Many thanks Will for the comment. Everyone should get a second chance. If we are lucky, it comes early in life.

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      Bill Russo 5 years ago from Cape Cod

      Wingedcentaur, I am very grateful for your comment. I loved the TZ and am flattered that you would mention my story in the same sentence with it.

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      Bill Russo 5 years ago from Cape Cod

      Thank you very much Kamalesh, for your very kind comment. It is much appreciated.

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      WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Very well written, and an enjoyable read!

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      William Thomas 5 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Very cool story, Billrrr! There was just a slight touch of the "Twilight Zone" in it. I love the way you handled it; obviously the dream was a wake up call for the now young drunkard. What he does with it is his affair.

      Voted up for awesome.

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      Kamalesh050 5 years ago from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India

      Enjoyed the story. It is simply "Awesome". Voted Up.

      Best Wishes, Kamalesh