Street dark with the coming night, I picked my way down the snowy sidewalks, wishing I was warm and safe at home. Not long, I told myself. Not long.
A bitter wind swept down the street, making the evening seem darker than before.
The first thing I would do would be to kick off my shoes, change into comfortable clothes and then settle with a huge mug of hot chocolate to watch my favorite programs. I tape the soaps during the day. Silly, I know. It’s not like they share anything with reality, but, it’s nice to settle in after a long day and watch people who’s lives are more confused and messy than mine.
Who’s Jason sleeping with this week? How did Sandy’s son turn out to be fathered by Allan? Will David manage to forced Stan out of the family business?
Silly, indeed, but wouldn’t it be nice if life was so black and white?
Then I was black. Nothing. Nowhere. No one. No white.
Only the sharp bite of the knife again and again.