The sheer edge of the disintegrating cliff that the ocean’s hectic waves, long since, had tired of would be a classic venue, or as an alternative exit from this lonely globe perhaps, albeit self-effacing, lost to this world while in deepest terminal slumber. Maybe a sneaky poisoned leg of roast spiced duck with plums? Even better, the unemployed of late hangman’s virgin twisted rope tied tight around his neck. Choices, choices, choices…endless bloody choices to the one who gave up counting his pennies as well as calculating pointless possibilities, let alone random chance.  A pity Amazon didn’t sell ‘next day delivery’ self-destruction kits. He’d rather like that…cheap and simple, done and done with his curse of persistent ailing. No more battling with his already victorious, annoyingly invisible yet sick to one’s stomach vile rival. 

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m out,” the demand of the girl who loved more than just his lost smile.

Nought but a poker face nod, his insufficient…nay insulting…riposte.

Later than usual she returned from her hailstone wanderings carrying both a newspaper and a giant silver foil-covered chocolate coin, she announced, “They, whoever ‘they’ are, say that the sun shall shine at last come tomorrow…‘they’ promise that that is so…so do cheer up.”

Having not spoken a single word since the night the clocks rolled back, this time curiosity took hold, “Why the illusionary coin?”

“I’ve had enough. Heads you live, tails you top yourself. There, ‘tis simple as that…a mere flip a coin.”

Readying herself to ‘flip’ confectioneries edible coin he, out of character, intervened. He’d just that moment, obscurely, reminisced over the wicked undraped games she and he once played in those miraculous days gone by, whereupon a flood of enraptured tears overwhelmed him. 

At that she pointed out, “You knew all along that ‘love’…no matter how out of sorts you are… is the only ‘miracle’ there’s ever been.”

By and by together they scoffed the giant chocolate coin after which she added, “The staircase, the kitchen floor, the new carpet or the boring bed? Your call.” 

Ever the gentleman despite his deadly depression; his incurable sickness, “No. Your call. I don’t deserve that right. Not this time. I’ll follow your lead.”

As if a dream come true, Wonderland superseded life’s joyless abyss…at least for now.

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    1. My thanks, Liz. I wrote this little piece when thinking about the curse of an annoying entity I could do without. The trigger was the ‘Amazon’ thought…made me laugh. Rest assured, I’ve no intention of topping myself, and you have my double thanks for your kind comment. Regards, The Old Fool

    1. Cheers, young Holly. I shall have a chat with Rosie dog re the ‘peace and joy’. She’s sorted out the ‘joy’ part…we just need the little gal to learn what ‘peace’ is. When she and I are alone in the house she runs amok knowing full well an old fool with a gammy leg (I must one day write the tale of my leg all those years gone by) such as me can never catch her. She makes me laugh…keeps me sane in the rain everyday winter. Anyhow, Happy New Year from England.

      1. Dear Mike, I can relate so well to the joy
        Rosie brings. They have a way of getting into our hearts, I had to part with my dog Tide early last year after 14 years. Enjoy her my friend. They keep us young. Have a wonderful new year from the sunny shores of Florida (it’s freezing here, dropping down into the 70’s 🙂

      2. Our border collie Skipper died at 14 eight years old, just the same age as your Tide…a great name by the way. At the time we thought we’d never get another dog as it hurts so much when they are gone. I recall at the time our son, George, on hearing the sad news locked himself away in his bathroom for an age. It was there, that very day he wrote the words and put together his song ‘Pain’ all in one go. To this day I’ve suggested he should have re-record the vocal but he just can’t do that. That said the lyric is better than any poem I’ve ever written. I’ve just copied that lyric, all about poor old Skipper’s death, proving what you said, namely, ‘They have a way of getting into our hearts’.

        The nights are getting longer
        Your days are drawing in
        You lost the dice roll this time
        In a game you could never win

        Guilt is loves shadow yet we never forget
        From the corner of my eye your silhouette
        It was your time and my tears feel like rain
        I traded my grief to end all your pain

        The game is now over
        I’m glad that we played
        A wounded heart full of sorrow
        Nothing betrayed

        Now it’s official
        Now it’s no dream
        Always remember nothing is as it seems
        It was your time
        This short song’s for you
        To help ease this

        Sorry for such a long reply. Regards, The Old Fool

      3. This brought a year to my eye Mike. Such moving words. I did grieve for a long time and still find it hard to think about that family member fur baby. Now I mostly think about the joy he brought to us. I’ve not been able to get another dog so far. Thank you for the amazing way George verbalized the pain of losing our best friend.

  1. While life itself is a miracle, the love in it keeps it ticking even if at times helped along by chocolate coins or things that signify loving attention. Happy New Year!

  2. I loved chocolate coins as a child, and I only ever received them at Christmas, usually in some kind of bag made of red or gold netting. I used to save them until I had no other sweets left, peel off the covers, and try to reform them as coins once the contents had been eaten.
    Needless to say, they wouldn’t have fooled anyone.
    Best wishes, Pete.

  3. I remember the red netting that held the chocolate coins, our exquisite Christmas treats. Happy memories. And happy new year to you Mike.
    I wonder how many lives have changed at the flip of a coin.

  4. What a lovely read. He’s rather lucky to have such a one as she to remind him of the goodness in his life.
    Gotta love the Randy Newman, too!

  5. Stairs, floor, carpet or bed… Any would suffice in satisfaction from one who would offer any as consolation. (Not to mention the chocolate coin.)

    And kudos to George for those lyrics above, a loving response. You done well with that one. 🙂

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