The letter lies before me enclosing A4 destiny, unseen. I stand knife alert conscious I must insert, rip and extract. For I am the cat, trapped dark and lonely in the box,
If I were to jump that would be it. No-one could stop me. Three second’s shock and awe, then splat! Just like dad. Only his was pills. Dad didn’t go splat.
The smell of wild orchids on the table between us. Almost drowning out the smell of food. You pick at your plate, nervously. As if this were our first date. Or our last.