92. Calm Before
The Calm
I got to work two hours early. Howard was waiting on the front steps. I asked him why.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“No storm.”
I thought he meant the weather. “You only sleep in thunderstorms?” I asked. “You
must be exhausted.”
He gave me the eye roll I deserved. “My ex stayed with me a
couple of days. Calm the whole
time. No storm.”
“That’s great. What
was different?”
“I was sober. When I
drink I call down the thunder. I tell her
she’s just like her crazy mother. I say
she should lose a few, or any man could do her job better than she does. What’s different? Instead of picking a fight this
morning I got up and made her breakfast. I liked the calm, but I’m still not used to
it.”
Today I’ll be grateful for the calm. I’ll try not to create a storm.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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