sobriety

Sobriety  He stopped drinking and looked remarkable well, his wife was happy, less so his friends who didn't see him in the bar and when meeting him in the street,  his manner was awkward, almost  formal, a few words of greeting followed by   silence He was promoted at work, wore a suit his shoes were polished, and he bought a new car His wife was proud of the new man he had become, so was the family on her side One day, when he didn't come home in time his wife was worried, and she went looking for his whereabouts, she didn't have to look long  he hung in the garage. His silence was a deep depression playing a role he was not suited for a middle-class man sitting in an office sifting papers and stamping documents He had liked drinking with his friends, the booze made him dream, which he wrote down in the morning When he began a sober life, his wife threw  the pages he had written when in the mood into the fire, he lost what he cherished and he didn't dream anymore