George Prays

Photo via Writing Suzanne

George is sitting at the bar of Martini’s. He raises his glass, and takes a sip of his drink. His head remains down, staring at the bar. Around him, he can hear a duo singing, as people are greeting each other. He drowns out the noise.

He moves his head down further, and notices the corner of a book peering from his inside pocket. He quickly tucks it away inside, lifting his head up as he does. His fingers slowly brush across his lips.

“God. Oh God.”

As he speaks, his hands continue to move across his mouth. He momentarily shuts his eyes, before opening them again and looking blankly at the space in front of him. He clasps his hands together, still wriggling his fingers.

“Dear father in heaven. I’m not a praying man, but, if you’re up there, and you can hear me, show me the way. I’m at the end of my rope.”

The music continues to play around him. George doesn’t notice. Each clenched hand now rests upon a cheek, as his eyes begin to fill with tears.

I… show me the way, oh God.”

His voice trembles, and his hands are drawn together again, as he stares at the nothing in front of him.

(Inspired by It’s A Wonderful Life, 1946)

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History graduate. Freelance writer and reviewer. Passionate about film, theatre and music (film soundtracks!).
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