Tuesday, January 6, 2015

The Resolution (fiction)


            A new year. A new life? Barry believed it was possible. It’s not that his old life was terrible or anything. To the contrary, it was quite a success; depending on how one defined success. He had a nice job, which paid a nice salary. He had a nice apartment in a nice apartment building. He had a nice car. He had a nice boat. He had a nice 401k. But regardless of all these nice things, Barry did not feel that his life was very nice.
            Work. Barry’s life had consisted of work and not much else. For the past fifteen years he had traveled. He found himself in strange cities with strange names like Omaha and Albuquerque and Baton Rouge. And because of this life of travel, he seemed to age faster than most his age. Not yet forty and his hair grew completely grey and his waistline gained an inch with each passing year. Airport bars had become his home away from home. But it wasn’t his hair or his weight or even his drinking that really bothered him. Barry was lonely. He had neither a wife, nor a fiancée, or even a girlfriend for that matter. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he touched a woman.
            A resolution. Barry had never made one before. What was the point? Nobody ever kept them anyway. But this year was different. He had recently been promoted to sales manager, which meant no more travel. No more red-eye flights. No more fast food dinners. This year things would change. He dyed his hair. He bought a gym membership. He stopped drinking. He filled his apartment with inspirational sayings. This year Barry would find a woman to share his life with.
            A prospect. She hit the gym each morning at seven, spending most of her time on the treadmill. At first, her and Barry exchanged smiles. Then pleasantries. Then finally, after two weeks, Barry found the nerve to run next to her. They talked. They laughed. They enjoyed one another’s company. Perhaps she was the one. Everything seemed to be going Barry’s way. He was working less. He was losing weight. He was on the verge of asking out the beautiful woman from the gym. Until…
            Competition. The man was tall and handsome, and had what people called a “million-dollar smile.” And he was running on the treadmill next to her. Of course he was. Why wouldn’t he be? She was beautiful. What was Barry thinking? That he could possibly stand a chance with a woman like that? He suddenly felt old and fat and ugly. So he quickly exited out the front door and headed to the nearest fast food restaurant. After he gorged himself on all he could, he went into the office and asked for his old job back. After work, he went home, ripped up all of his inspirational sayings, and polished off a bottle. In the morning, hung-over, he shut off his alarm and went back to sleep. Perhaps he could start his new life next year.
            The resolution. Carol ran on the treadmill next to the handsome man. “So,” the man asked, “where is this guy you’ve been telling me about?”
            “I don’t know what happened,” Carol said. “He used to come every morning. I really wanted you to meet him. I really thought he might be the one.”
            “Don’t sweat it little sis’,” the man replied. “The year just started. You still have plenty of time to fulfill your resolution.”



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