Where Next?

The evening slowly meandered on into lateness and misery. Neither man spoke much, there wasn’t much to say; when you’ve run low on spirits both in your glass and in your life, words come even less easily than when confronted with a mind-numbingly difficult Times crossword clue you’ve been chewing over for hours.

Charles and Timothy had been friends for years. When they were 8, Tim stepped in to try and deal with some bullies hassling Charlie; they both got thumped, and were inseperable after that.

“What do you do when your old connections evaporate, but somehow you can’t seem to move on?”, Tim muttered to himself.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that”, said Charles hazily.

“Oh, nothing… I was just wondering where it’s all going to end; I mean- what’s next?”

Fortunately there was a knock at the door to intervene in the awkward silence that emerged. Tim looked at his once-fashionable digital watch; it read 12:37. “Who can it be at this time of night?” He staggered a little on the way to the door, and opened it.

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