Ficly

Wasted Minute

The caretaker of the court of law shuffled some papers and looked around – appearing as dusty and as disinterested as the bronze faces on the wall outside. While having the appearance of boredom, the caretaker announced the names and surnames of the failed marriages. One by one, each spirit stood, as his or her name was announced. Some sat together, but most sat apart, somehow symbolic of the failure they represented. The caretaker of the court had some notes. They appeared to have been frequently used, tattered, and likely needed revision. The caretaker spoke of the sorrows that offspring will have and admonished certain actions that are presumed to possibly occur during this little worldly transaction. I watched the partner of my memories during a portion of this diatribe. Paying attention? Listening? Taking it all in? Unknown. It’s just another step to avoid self-examination. Another lost chance to try. Yet another wasted minute to avoid the disaster that will erode the innocence of our little creations.

This story has no comments.