UNINVITED MELANCHOLY

Her dark veil, a time-honoured symbol of secret sin, and regardless, her private affair, as was the flaxen-haired girl’s forbidding, yet disguised scowling disposition. In one hand a cute little pink tablet that, when devoured…to be taken along with a strongly recommended swig of any and all sugary thirst-quenching beverages…ends life in an instant; in the other a train ticket to the far away end of time. What would be her preference? In terms of taking her last breath, much as muchness in many respects, yet both options played on her broken…nay, ‘falling to pieces’ more accurate…heart.

As a child, she’d always adored a ride in a smelly steam locomotive, yet previously her longest excursion to date, only as far as Kyiv. Her irksome conundrum, should she take the tablet on route or at journey’s end given that she understood that there’s Sweet Fanny Adams to see there? Such is the way with uninvited melancholy.

Me? She wanted to follow me to a place called ‘nowhere’, not realizing she’d never find me…not even the bits of me the bomb didn’t turn to ash. I no longer existed in human form. She need not have done what she did; she still had a life of freedom ahead of her if she’d only crossed a border.

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45 thoughts on “UNINVITED MELANCHOLY

  1. Maybe it’s just me and the day’s news consuming my emotional moments, but I sensed a character setting touching on a possible homage to Ukraine.

    1. My thanks, Olga. Albeit that this is just plain fiction, it’s the sad, sad stories of individuals that make reality…indeed, bring it home…such an awful thing.

  2. I can only repeat what has already been said. Perfect song to go with your scene. We can, from here, only hope that it will resolve before too many people choose the pink pill.

    1. My thanks, young Dale. As I just penned some words to another lovely lady, ‘Humans are either good or bad, yet only the good know badness’. Sadly, that’s about the strength of it. Regards, The Old Fool aka TOF.

    1. My thanks, Pam. The sad thing, as I see it, are that these times, as time has always been, remain as cruel as ever. I wrote just the other day on another blog, ‘Humans are either good or bad, yet only the good know badness’. Regards, The Old Fool aka TOF.

      1. One would think after centuries of collected knowledge we would learn to be a little more kind, Mike. I do t know what’s taking so long, actually.😞

  3. TOF, it seems we all have the same thing on our minds.
    We are unified more than ever. It’s a harsh lesson that has united us.
    I am pressing forward with all creative endeavours, although they have changed to suit the situation.
    Love the song!

    1. Al the vile goings on, ‘tis a reminder that humans can, and always have done; always will…especially the males of our species…be cruel at any opportunity. They should make the likes of you, as well as my Shirl and a few other females I could name, leaders of the human pack, your Resa. Regards, TOF

      1. TOF,
        Yes, war seems to be a male thing, thinking thoughts of drunkenness & cruelty.
        I believe if women ran the planet we would be better off. There would of course be divergent issues, and a lot of gossip.

      2. On balance, women would, I agree wholeheartedly do much better than ruthless men. Also, gossip is better than bombs and besides, women are…for the main part…aware of the word, ‘compassion’. Regards, TOF

    1. I agree, Cynthia…especially your reference to ‘men’; ‘men’ the cause of evil and disasters ever since human consciousness evolved. Current events the proof, if indeed such proof is unwanted. Regards, The Old Fool

  4. There you go: first it was Rosie, not its even more pulchritudny coming out to taunt my very orbs with your goodness graciousness. Hadda fling up Uninvited Melancholy onto my FB page as well as a reblog here in WP-land. Oh, envy, thy name is J.

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