Monday 16 July 2012

Rock bottom: Wash away the monday blues

Sup Nairobi! Top of the morning to y'all :)
(I've realized I might be making this my trademark greeting )
Hope you slept well. Thanks for your feedback yesterday by the way
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Today I'm doing something different. I'm not littering the halls of cyberspace with my two cents worth of thoughts. No! Not today :) I'm showcasing a piece I did a while back after being prompted by my blog godmother, not mentioning any names #Faith Mwende (big up yourself). She prompted me back from early retirement so, you people owe her one.

Enjoy this one.. #Peace



He stood on the edge of the balcony and stared down into oblivion. The breath-taking and utterly magnificent view of the city from his Penthouse was lost to him. He failed to be awed by the artistic myriad of color made by the countless cars whizzing past on the street below. He failed to gaze lovingly at the gleaming outline of the vast city in the horizon. The intensity of the twinkling stars above, easily visible through the clear skies un-mistakenly went un-noticed.


All he thought was; “How could something as good go south as fast?”
 He ran his fingers through his hair and gulped down the contents of his glass.
Double Scotch…On the Rocks. Stirred, not shaken.

His mind was reeling from the events that transpired that day. He struggled to fathom what could have caused her to leave. Everything was okay the last time he had checked.
“Why now?”
He set the glass down gently atop the cedar ledge of the balcony’s protective glass railing.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, typed in the decryption and stared at her text once more, as if he expected it to have changed in the last twenty minutes.


“I can’t do this anymore. I am sorry. I love you.”
Her smiling face pictured on his phone alongside the text made no sense to him. 

His mind backtracked to the last time he was with her.

His shoulders relaxed slightly, easing the tight knot that had formed around his neck.
They had spent the evening wrapped in each others arms under the very balcony he was standing on. He recalled fondly, her long hair trailing back to the small of her back, as her head lay gently on his chest. He could feel her heart beating gently, pulsating in her fragile ribcage, her lithe chest rising and falling as she inhaled.

A faint smile lit up his face.

For a moment, she was there in his arms. They were once more cuddled up on the floor, atop his custom-made Armani rug, a duvet leisurely flung around their semi-clothed bodies.

“You know I love you, right?” She whispered softly, her head never leaving his chest.

He remembered lifting her, looking her full in her eyes before replying that he had never doubted that, not even once…

Then,

The memory faded. Reality suddenly reared its ugly head, its foul breath repulsing him to the present. Its harsh, scaly claws suddenly materialized in the thin air and ripped to mere shreds of the last fond memory he had of her. He was propelled to the future, where he stood.

A fit of anger seizing him, he picked the glass from where he had placed it and slammed it into the life-size portrait of her that hung from his wall. Fury rocked him to his very core, leaving him a morsel of the man he used to be. As the glass Impacted the wall, the shattering noise and flying shards of glass made him realize how vulnerable his love for her had made him.

He fell gently to his knees, then propped himself on his back, all the while tears streaming down his face.
He had hit rock bottom.

2 comments:

  1. ' godmother ', huh? :) :) This is brilliant writing.

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  2. It's almost a year since the last post!

    I'm preparing to make a comeback :) Watch this space..

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