Friday, January 18, 2013

Why Me?


Why me?  I haven’t seen her for two years at least, and that was only a quick hello in Sainsbury’s cheese aisle. She looked good though. Don’t get me wrong, it was long over – fairly bitter too at the time. Usual chit chat between ex partners – job, kids (respective that is, we never had any of our own.) Still, we had eight good years, September 1966 to September 1974 precisely – no music hall joke about the fact we were together for twenty from me. My fault we split. Stupid, selfish and self-centered. I strayed, once and drunk. Things could have been different. They need someone to identify the body. My number was on the back of my photo in her purse.

Dave Blackhurst

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  2. Good stuff. Life is shit, sometimes...

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  3. Cleverly builds to a powerful ending. Excellent.

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