THE BREAK UP
Love is a fragile thing and we are not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can and hope this fragile thing survives against all odds. So it’s another day in my life. It’s actually morning. Today I am off-duty so am lying in bed staring at the ceiling wondering what I can do with my day. Just as I lay there I drift off into imaginations. Am rudely snapped out of my introspective time by the buzzing of my phone, I reach for it behind the pillow. My fingers caress the phone, I feel the vibration, lazily, I haul the phone to me. I look on the screen. Displayed on the screen is a familiar number, I feel my facial muscles move; I can’t tell if it’s a smile or a meaningless neurological activity. Like the north and south poles of a magnet, my phone is quickly attracted to my ear. The words escape from my lips ‘hello’. In the first try my voice is hoarse so I clear my throat and try again ‘hello’, this one sounds better. The voice on the other s...