I was organised for years. Every aspect of my life I had control over was rigorously sorted. Everything was in its right place. And inside, my mind functioned as a perfectly oiled and ordered machine, barely a thought went astray.
And then you disappeared.
I could never remember a thing. I missed trains, lost pencils, our dog ran away. I sat and stared. Everything blurred and streaked away. I regressed back to the days of caves, my world narrowed to the shadows on the wall from the outside world. Nothing I saw made sense anymore.
Organisation became a distant memory.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
Life has a habit of kicking you just when you think you've got it sorted. Good write.
ReplyDeleteA key feature of life, and everything disintegrates when it's lost.
ReplyDeleteI can empathize with the character. Good story.
ReplyDeleteJadeLi@tao-talk.com
I think I might feel that way if I lost my day-planner? Enjoyed!!
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