The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.
The time I clapped my hands to kill the bothersome mosquito, I began to ponder on life.
They will consider me nothing but a body that has stopped functioning after my death.
Too much education gets into these girls’ heads.
I always found the aftermath of even the lightest of rain showers to be too messy for my liking. That is, until global warming brought about a heatwave capable of causing existential crisis because you cannot discern between being alive and having melted away.
With a twinkle in their eyes and a question forming on their lips, when they come knocking at my door, what shall I say?
