In between the differences, a light shone and then, nothing. Silence. Just the knowledge that things would never be the same. He turned, took three steps, and paused. For a moment there was hope. But then it was gone.
Looking at the grey outside this memory feels like more than ten days ago.
The only thing he knew for sure was that it hadn’t been there when he arrived. Where it came from, he had no idea. And, if he was being honest, he didn’t intend to stay around to find out. He was, after all, not meant to have been there in the first place.
I know it’s a bit of a childish like sketch, but I suppose that’s what happens when you try to learn stuff…
It wasn’t as if there was anything he could say, or do, that would change the outcome. So he got up, pushed his chair under the table, walked across the dining room, and opened the door.
*I actually wrote this a year ago, but who wants to admit to leaving it a year between blog posts? So I changed the published date. I’m still mostly a tub of lard, and still hoping to work on it…*
Here we go… #SBATOL (Stop Being A Tub Of Lard) day one. I know it’s not an original topic for a blog starting point, but I don’t really care. I may get more focused and work based in my thinking as I start writing again, I might not.
But for now #SBATOL day one… things I’ve avoided so far:
- The biscuits in the middle of the office
- Popping to the shop at lunch time
- Saying “yes please” when other popped to the shop at lunch time
- Chocolate on the way to work.
Things still to achieve today:
- Actually run home
- Don’t suggest cake tonight.