4th January 2012
Dear
Cassi,
There
come times in my life that I know myself to be a masochist. Today was a day of
that nature as I chose to chastise myself for my failings in the nature of a
long walk. It began as the simple need to take my car to have the oil changed.
It
was on my way there that the computer told me that the oil had breathed its
last, and needed change. For the duration of the car ride the miles counted
ticking away as if a bomb would go off under my hood.
I
arrived at my mechanic to find the building abandoned and had no option but to
return to the shop that had worked on my old car and caused my buying a new
one. The building there had long been left still but this because they had
flourished rather than wilted and now needed a bigger facility.
When
I arrived at this new shop with its white walls and red door, so much
like a hospital to me, I learned that
I would have to wait passed normal business open for a supervisor. Still in
uniform and with the breath of the night on me with its stale body odors I
found an eatery to settle a hunger I did not have.
The
was a feel to this place I well understood as I watched the aquariums that kept
lonely patroness company on cold mornings like this. I ate paid and left but
knew the day was long from over.
Stay
strong, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
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