Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Grumbling I drove up to Steve Medlin’s farm, 15 km away from town. At the post-office we had a joke – a postman goes everywhere the Sun does. This was the 3rd time I was coming here in the fortnight – the credit card company had been sending desperate reminders, and I was getting a little angry at this man for not paying his bills already.
The last envelope was still lying untouched, and the one before. Curiously I opened it and saw the list of billed items:
- Gold Eternity Ring – Diamnte Wedding-Jewellers
- 3-tier cake – Creme Patisserie
- 2 Business-Class Tickets to Paris – Air France
I picked up the pink envelope that had been lying here from day-one. Somehow I didn’t think I would be sued.
Forgive me but I can’t go through with the wedding. I don’t think I love you. I don’t think I ever did. Ken wants to get back together. I wish you all the best in life.
(This post is in reply to the Flash! Friday Challenge by Rebekkah Postupak).