The Package - Take Three

I was about to doze off thanks to my sweet, old friend.  Jack Daniels is my friend, my lover, my saviour.   He's been with me for years.  He knows me and I know him.  And today had been an especially exhausting day.  So right after dinner,  I snuggled in with my bottle of JD, my recently purchased copy of the latest cheap £1 novel, and the peace and quiet of a September night in the back of my caravan

With a sweet sip of the good stuff, page one.  I didn't even get to the first word, when the Westminster chimes of my well-priced doorbell rang. 

"Who the hell?" 

I went to the door and found nobody there, only a package wrapped in brown paper waiting for me to adopt it as something new of mine.

I have this thing about packages ... I just have to open them ... and when I opened this one, my life did take its turn.

Inside, amongst layers of soft blue crepe paper, lay a self-help book, wrapped in a silver ribbon. I was so shocked, that I took the book back into the caravan, closing the door behind me without even bothering to dispose of the packing. How had someone found me ot here, parked up in some random all-night car park in the middle of nowhere and why did they drop this book off?

Pulling off the ribbon revealed the books title. How to overcome your addiction. Great. Still, I was mildly curious, so I opened the book and out slipped a note. It landed on my feet but I didn't notice, I was far too captivated by what I saw on the books open pages. The words, the pictures, they all made so much sense, like they were talking directly to me, like they knew me. I could almost feel my life changing as my eyes tore through the pages until I reached the back cover.

I looked over to my friend on the counter, good ol' JD and I knew then that something had changed and it was now time to end our long standing relationship.

"Goodbye Jack." I said as I walked out side and cast the bottle as far as I could into the night. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of me.

Returning indoors, I picked up the note. Hello Stephen, no matter what happened, I told you I'd always find a way to stick by you. It's time to stop running.

"Read a good book lately?"

I turned around to face the voice and there in the doorway was stod Josephine. My sweet, wonderful, writer of a wife Josephine. I burst into tears and hugged her close.

"I'm ready to come home now Jo. I'm so sorry."

"I know. I love you."

The End

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