Warts and All
He’d pick at the skin edging his fingernails while reading, chew his fingernails when concentrating on Sudoku. When he thought I wasn’t looking, he’d pick his nose. His annoying habits drove me mad.
I imagined my defence in court: skin, fingernails, green flecks on the sofa. Surely a case for divorce, your honour?
I’d give anything to hear him picking his skin now that he’s dead and I’m all alone. Now, I am the one worrying the skin around my fingernails, twiddling my hair until it comes away at the roots.
I miss him. I loved him, warts and all.
- Category: General / Misc
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D.M. over 7 years ago
Yes, so many of those annoyances! 'Like leaving the cap off the toothpaste tube,
leaving the milk out, leaving the lights on.... leaving.... -
Julie over 7 years ago
Thank you, both!
And yes, Drew, impactful is a word - I checked!
Your comment is a touching little fic in itself, D.M. -
T. Willemann over 7 years ago
_Love is blindness_, as Bono once said, and that goes a long way. But as Ratt so eloquently put it _enough is enough_.
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T. Willemann over 7 years ago
Messed up the formatting there – sorry.
Good drabble. -
Julie over 7 years ago
Thanks, Thomas!
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Julie over 7 years ago
Aww... thanks, Michelle.
