Stumbling over invisible rocks and reeking of ethanol, he left the pub, turning right as usual, and walked home along the river. His arrhythmic steps clacked against the wet pavement. After a while he came upon a beautiful footbridge he hadn’t remembered seeing before. Looking around for landmarks, he saw the tree with lovers initials carved and the large unusual rock with the moss, this reassured him he was not lost.
The bridge itself was quite plain, but what made the bridge so beautiful was the lovely girl gazing into the water.
Uninhibited and aided by inebriation, he approached her. He offered his assistance in tasks that were vague and unneeded. “I want you to be happy, let me help you.”
“I do not need, for I have nothing.” She replied.
He looked at her puzzled, was she dismissing him? He didn’t want to bother her, so he continued on his way.
There was something about her he thought, an aura maybe? No, it was the fairness of her skin. Whatever it was he knew certainly that she was good.
He pondered her claim as he neared the broken concrete steps leading to his home. He felt bad for the girl really. She must’ve been some sort of begger. A clean, well dressed, beggar. He thought that maybe he should invite her to spend the night. But although she was awfully clean, a home was no place for a beggar. Too many valuable possessions.
Struggling with the key, he eventually opened the door. Forgetting about the girl, he made his way to the toilet, vomited and fell asleep on the shower rug.