Societal Flaws A dark shape shadowing an even darker doorway...Societal Flaws in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
That was how I saw you, in cold rain, on Christmas Eve. I'd seen you plenty of times before throughout the past year, but somehow this was different. That you were sat here, in exactly the same spot as always, struck me as poignant and a wave of melancholy engulfed me.
In the past we preferred to believe you were invisible. That way we didn't have to acknowledge in disgust or guilt the fact that you were here. Whether in summer shine, or autumn chill, our faces remained turned away.
I picture the warmth of my home whilst letting my eyes surreptitiously examine your meagre belongings, heaped untidily onto a supermarket trolley. I pause, as the Christmas Eve shoppers push their way past me, and the world slows, just for a second.
It feels like a year.
I wonder at the ignorance, my own included, as I brushed past you so many times before, the hem of my warm winter coat skimming your empty battered polyst
Strangers Who Once KissedSix months ago I didn't think that I would be crossing the street just to avoid asking 'How are you?'Strangers Who Once Kissed in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Two years ago, I knew with such innocent clarity that never a day would go by that your name wouldn't cross my lips.
But the unthinkable has come to pass, and I see you hurrying down the sun dappled avenue, towards the tube station where you will be lost forever, and I turn the other way.
You've seen me.
Of course you have seen me.
Our eyes have met across tumbling leaves and autumn chills, we have paused, locked, the wind tugging at our coats trying to make us turn away.
And I do
I can see in your disappointed face that I have turned my eyes away from you, the whites of them sparking with recognition, but the centre, the bit that matters, flickers away in deliberate ignorance. The world has slowed around us whilst we pause, but as I offer you my shoulder reality catches up with us. A shoulder that was never before turned coldly to
Nothing But The TruthThe first time he met Camilla Danover, he was instantly sure that she would be one of the most trying clients he had come across. He'd read her file of course, and he knew her history. She did things that his wife would never even dream about and she had a past that would make the most open-minded woman blush. She was going to be a handful, that much he knew. But quite how he was going to handle her was something he had not yet decided.Nothing But The Truth in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He talked it over with his Supervisor earlier that week, and together they had come to the conclusion that perhaps conventional methods of therapy needed to be abandoned in this case.
Quite what that meant, and quite what that allowed him to do - Robert wasn't sure. But he knew he had to do something different to stand out from the previous 15 therapists she had seen. His supervisor had told him to tread carefully.
'Tread carefully? I haven't been doing this for 30 years for the fun of it Mike.' Robert had
returned with a laugh. 'We both know
Tell Me Where It HurtsYou could be any age and it would hit you that love can make the speed of your blood change as it ran through your body. And love could open the doors that were once slammed in your face. And when she fell in love, she stopped dreaming in black and white and began to dream in rainbows and prisms.Tell Me Where It Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was the beginning the end became a blur.
When they argued, mostly because of minor misunderstandings, he would sit without expression listening to her plea her case. And then, because he often couldn't find the words he would borrow someone else's and calmly discount all that she had previously said.
'I wanna stand with you on a mountain.'
And like always she would sigh and her heart would skip a beat or two in realisation that once again, he had beaten her down.
'I wanna bathe with you in the sea.'
And hearing him talk about things that he would never voluntarily do brought out the frustration behind her eyes and she would leave. It would only
Dear Mr GlumHe stared moodily at the stack of letters in front of him and peeled open the front envelope, reading silently.Dear Mr Glum in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
'Dear Mr Glum, I know what I want in life, and I know where I want to be...but how will I ever get there when I don't know how? Sincerely, Clear.'
Sighing, he tossed the paper aside and ripped open another envelope.
'Mr Glum, my girlfriend left me and I don't know where I stand or what to do, I want to be something, I want to exist...be recognised, but how can I when the best part of me is missing? Please help, Confused.'
He closed his eyes and tipped the chair back, the way that he'd always told his children not to do. He wondered at what age they would start disobeying his fragile advice. And had they already? He didn't know, he couldn't know, because he'd not seen them for five years. But pouring his heart and soul into helping others seemed like a suitable outlet.
He stared at the two open letters in front of him, the start of a long days wor
Tell Me Where It Hurts -2She frequently prayed to a God she never believed in hoping that one day something would prove her wrong. Her quirks were a secret, her prayers often muttered in her head rather than out loud. She put on an act to hide her fear and her sadness because she wanted to blend in. More often than not her jaw clenched and her fists curled when she thought about John. When she remembered that he had no qualms and he didn't hide anything.Tell Me Where It Hurts -2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He carefully outlined Orion's Belt on the evenings when the crickets choked on their sultry utterances. Quite often, she wouldn't see it but he was sure that the small pattern of stars held up the night sky. During the nights that he wrung his hands and chanted consistent lyrics at her non-stop She imagined the belt tightening another notch, pulling the night sky in to envelope her in its cool silky arms.
The ChangeAlzheimers had not arrived with the air of an unexpected guest. Guests were friends or acquaintances somewhere along the line. And this disease had never been one of those. And deep down it was never unexpected.The Change in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He hadn't spoken a word until they passed the electronics aisle in the supermarket. They had their arms linked as they pushed the trolley between them and she felt a gentle tug as he slowed to a halt. He muttered something and she gently persuaded him to speak up.
'Convection...microwave.....' He mused in barely more than a whisper. Then he turned watery blue eyes on her, imploringly.
'I used to know what those words meant.' He explained helplessly. Her voice tripped on something and in the end she swallowed the words of comfort back down and patted his arm.
'We all forget things.'
He smiled vaguely at her, 'You all remember them eventually though.'