Sunday, February 16th,
2020
Imagine That
Blondie called the next day. “I heard a few things about the
office in Bleak,” she said. “Living in the desert has some drawbacks.”
I braced myself. Since the first time she told me about
Bleak, I had been torturing myself, imagining the horrors may baby girl might
face. Rattle snakes and scorpions. Coyotes the size of St. Bernards, Devil-worshippng
biker gangs. An alien landing zone. One-eyed drifters with mysterious radiation
burns. The Walking Dude from a Stephen
King novel. Mad Max.
Years earlier, I delayed getting sober because I imagined
sobriety would be miserable. I had thought I was staring into a boozeless abyss
of boredom and sadness. I had expected to meet a few nice people at AA, but
mostly toothless old men who had burned holes in their livers drinking rubbing
alcohol. I had pictured myself staring at a wall calendar, waiting for the sun
to go down so I could cross off another dull day, a glass of cold water in
hand.
“People get a little bored sometimes, especially toward the
end of the year,” Blondie said. I felt some tension drain from my body.
“No giant coyotes?” I asked. “No secret alien meth labs?
Just boredom?”
“Just boredom,” Blondie said. She paused and added, “I worry
about you, Daddy.”
Today I won’t let my imagination ruin my day.
2020 Vision ©2017 by Ken Montrose
2020 Vision is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken
Montrose are available at: www.greenbriartraining.com
https://www.pinterest.com/kenmontrose/mt-rose/
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