Rain, Voices and Cake. By CpSingleton © 2017
One not so fine morning, as all around the flowers bowed their heads and the smaller furry animals hid, the rain pelted down. And I mean, it came from the sky like water bombs to buckle tender leaves and blades of grass.
Terrence stood throughout it all and was the only creature who seemed grateful for the deluge.
His other half had left the nest, though as usual offered him a way back; the voice inside his head was now his best friend.
Sometimes he would deepen the voice, so as to seem like it was another speaking. He was funny that way.
He looked up to see a chink of sunlight. It wasn’t enough to work out where the sun was, though his stomach told him it was late lunch time.
He wondered if she was happy with him not by her side. For the briefest moment he say them both standing in the kitchen, hugging. She complaining that he’d got bacon on the sweet, soft flesh of her exposed shoulder. He almost played out the apology in his thoughts. Until he realised he’d apologised enough in their relationship, down the years.
He saw them in the cafe of his mind, sharing coffee and cake. Laughing at the weather.
Terrance then stuck his head of the door and felt the orange-sized drops massage his skull, like a percussionist on a drum-skin.
It’s time to eat, he sighed inside.
Let them eat cake, the deeper mind-voice replied.