Here’s some Friday Fiction (of a sort). “JJK” is all I know about him. I’m always a fan of multiple voices in a piece – especially when those voices come from the same “person” (or at least that’s how I read the “self-commentary” in parentheses). The photo is from an interesting blog I came across – http://droppingbombsonyourmom.com…
Sometimes it takes the unraveling of a marriage.
For others it can be the loss of a job they thought had more meaning.
I once knew a man for whom it took a tsunami to take its toll.
And for others it can be a persistent ingrown toenail
before the hem of their trouser leg starts to fray and unravel.
As for me, the details are entirely unnecessary
except to say it coincided with finding the computer in the cottage
no longer even slightly agreeing to cooperate any further
and barely eleven breaths later the mobile phone battery ran dry
and I found myself brewing tea with lemon balm from the garden,
washed down with three finger whiskey and the latest cursing
of the delectable female form.
But that’s another story.
I just knew I didn’t want to go under,
for a number of reasons (the treasures that are my children) but mostly
because I knew deep in my bones I did (want to go under).