Walk With Michael:
A Short Story.
By Quincy Loux
Copyright 2013 Quincy Loux
Copyright © 2013
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Saint Michael the
Defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
And do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host -
By the Divine Power of God -
Cast into hell, Satan and all the evil spirits,
Who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.
David unobtrusively clutched his last bottle of vodka and masked himself in the last drink; it charred his throat with a sour aftertaste. David was an alcoholic and would drink a bottle of vodka every night.
It wasn't always this way, David recalled the recent past, not too long ago his life was unadulterated, and he had his beautiful children and his exquisite wife by his side. They were a devout family with devotion and dignity towards their Christian faith.