Fiction by bobbybluebabaloo

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Charlie, chapped lips and loose teeth, got out of bed. He had big plans for the future, big plans indeed. Staring at his reflection, he couldn't help but smile. This ragged fellow before him, torn clothes, sunken eyes and hollowed cheeks would be gone soon. His replacement was already alive, living cautiously inside Charlie's active imagination, not quite ready to realize himself, but excited nonetheless. He turned from the mirror to look at the room. The matress, the blanket, the pile of clothes were his only luxuries. He would miss them. He took one last deep breath, tried to pull the whole room through his nostrils, careful to store every stail particle somewhere in his memory, to remind him later what he had been. What he still was until he left. He pulled his shirt over his head, pulled down his pants, chucked off his underwear and looked up again at the mirror. Naked, new, and never again. He opened the door and walked out of his life. by bobbybluebabaloo
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bobbybluebabaloo joined fictionthis on Monday 30th of June 2008. This talented author is an active member of the site, has submitted 6 fiction(s) thus far and voted for 121. Show some love and leave your comments and feedback below their fictions.

I loooove the last few sentences. Very Impressive! My vote is yours :)
Way to make it up for any interpretation/storyline. Nicely put.
Was he meant to face himself or the world?
Amazing stuff im actually gutted that as quickly as i read it it finished. Its quirky and i can sense the gritty nature that the story could possibly grow in to. I love the metaphorically snorting in the sense of taking in the surroundings how you have changed the senses. Very Clever.
It's more interesting than most of them so far. But don't get too excited about that. There is a lot of chaff around amongst the submissions. It's good though.

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