Gone, gone, gone, oh there! … no, gone again.
“So maybe we should talk about what happened today?”
“Why, what happened today?”
“You know, our argument.”
“We had an argument?”
“I don’t have a 30’s crisis, it’s just that I’ve recently
discovered that I suck at everything I do.”
Luck is to choose your family, she thought, looked at him sleeping.
And suddenly your sky is clear and the sea is calm
and you can barely remember how bad the storm was.
These days it’s all about endurance. But if going the distance leaves you desperately gasping for air, is taking a short cut really that bad?
“I think I’m a sports fish” her friend said, concerned look on her face. “You know, when men go fishing they either keep the fish to take home or they just put their hook in it, reel it in and then throw it back in the water again. A sports fish.”
They sat in silent contemplation.
“I might be a sports fish too.”