An Old Man's Obsession

The old man had covered vast distances at blurring speed under the black starlit sky. Now he slowly descended. There were two of them in the bed. He paused to look at her and then he hovered over the young man. This will be the hard part, he told himself.

For over twenty years, Robert S. Wilson had lived a quiet and mundane life while recovering from his addiction to alcohol. Then, almost overnight, that all changed

He became driven by an obsession that became so strong he feared it would cast him back into black despair. It was all her fault He had to find a way to save himself. But what could he do? There must be some way. He had to find a way. Frustrated by disparate desire and hopeless lust he felt himself pulled back to the bottle, back to the bottle where he would surely die. What to do? An answer came to him in a dream. It was a wonderful dream that ended tragically.