One of those days, Part VIII

Granted.

I have been sulking most of the day.

Part of the problem when you are given responsibilities.

I have learned to loath that word.

They wouldn't let us leave the shop.

Anne never gave me a cookie.

Somehow, 

 Marion managed to cut back on the chocolate.

Julian smiles.

Fesili seems to be enjoying herself.

Remember how I mentioned ego?

It will be my downfall.

Now, 

 the one I named has never seen me on a stage.

I can't just sleepwalk.

The place is filling,

 and my time is coming.

I still have no clue which story.

Then I see her.

Yes, 

 she is checking up on me.

That is all it takes.

I ignore the microphone.

If you tell stories,

 you learn how to echo your voice.

Now,

 let me be honest.

I have no intention of playing nice.

"Memory is a fleeting thing,

 fickle in nature.

 Changing every other moment.

  Sadly, she takes many away,

  leaving only doubts."

She knows.

"Now,

 if she was kind,

 we wouldn't forget the special moments.

 We wouldn't lose our entire lives.

 We wouldn't lose ourselves."

I hold my hand out.

"Take from me the moments of pain.

 Take the times of sorrow.

  Leave the feelings of joy.

  Let me have peace."

Looking her in the eye,

 I finish.

"All I want is peace."

  

  

Reviews

[Papaya]

:)
something really special here Jon.
i like the feel off it

[Jon Roggie]

The funny part is this does describe how I go about writing.