The Professionals Circuit Archive - Interlude       Interlude

 

by The Hag 

 
 I'm doing fine without you.

 I get up in the morning, or whenever the bloody phone rings. If there's
time I have breakfast without any rabbit food comments. My fridge isn't
littered with cold sausages.

 Always work, tending the old man's roses and lavender. The other lads are
good enough. We do our best to watch one another's backs and see each
other safe until the next time.

 There's a pile of books I've been meaning to get to. And the window box
needs sorting out again.

 I can get some proper work done on the bike. Peaceful without you taking
the piss about old wrecks. I can get a good long ride without you wanting
to stop at every transport caff.

 There's a painting half-finished. Still life. Can't get you to pose.

 There's a couple of recipes I can try without you pinching half the
ingredients. (Didn't realise the peppers were that hot, did you?)

 I go to bed when the day's over and sleep without you hogging the covers
and snoring down my earhole all night.

 If I get that lonely there's usually someone for a game of darts at the
local. Or perhaps I'll get myself invited round to one of the old friends
who got married and complain that I never go and see them these days. A
bunch of flowers, sweets for the kids, a bottle of wine, the evening taken
care of.

 Might even sign up for a few more art classes.

 If I'm feeling randy, well, I never had trouble pulling the birds.

 I'm doing fine without you.



 It's better with you.

 -- THE END --

 *2008*

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