I thought I knew him but, in retrospect, I’m not sure what I thought I knew.
We’d slotted comfortably together like a jigsaw, albeit with some pieces now slightly worn at the edges – no longer the perfect fit, perhaps. Sufficient though for the world to see the whole picture… more or less.
Of course, now that the tabloids, Twitterati and keyboard warriors have had their day, it’s clear the image on the lid didn’t even begin to resemble the contents.
And whoever it was I’d known… well, he slipped out the door years ago, shattering it as he left.
The days are getting infinitesimally longer, yay! Bought my first daffodils yesterday, and though the Beast from the East is being threatened on an almost daily basis, the bluebells, crocus and tulips in my garden are throwing caution to the winds! Thanks once again to Rochelle for leading the Friday Fictioneers out towards the longer days.