There’s time to reflect now… an outcome as unwelcome as it is unendurable.
Momentum lends impermeability – stuff happens, nothing sticks.
But inertia leaves him exposed – vulnerable to the actions, reactions and sensitivities of others, which is a minefield he’s spectacularly ill-equipped to navigate.
Resentments, long buried beneath the carpet, crawl out on a seemingly endless daily basis. Tempers flare, tantrums ignite, leaving everyone exhausted.
When it’s over and he’s released into the wild again he will forget this interlude.
Unlike his family, each of whom is already making plans to ensure this never happens again.
One way or another.
The end is in sight… hopefully. Our gym opens again next Thursday, as does my hairdresser. Simple things, which for the moment represent the pinnacle of my aspirations. Friday Fictioneers has been a constant throughout these difficult times, many thanks to Rochelle. Click on the frog if you’d like to join in.