“It really is scary... y'know... the way things are goin'?” He said, his voice rising slightly on the last word, more a question than a statement.
I looked across the table at Tom, it was seven thirty in the morning, the first coffee of the day had barely started buzzing my brain, I had to be at work in an hour, I didn't want to listen about the world's problems.
“I'm not scared.” I said to him, “I have too much crap on my own plate to think about, unpaid bills crap, work crap, busted car crap, ex-wife crap, and oh yeah, more unpaid bills crap.”
“But just look at the situation,” He persisted, “most of Europe is paralysed with riots, unemployment is the highest it's ever been, there's massive military build-up on the India-Pakistan border, there was a facebook leak that Israel have gone to red alert, the new Iranian government has thrown out the UN inspectors, the Chinese and American economies are both on the brink of bankruptcy. I think we're heading towards total global meltdown.”
I propped my elbows on the table, let my face fall into my hands and let loose a long heartfelt sigh, after a few seconds I stood and walked out of the back door and up to the shed, opened the door and started pulling things out.
Tom walked up and stood beside me, a bemused look on his face. “What're you doin'?” He said.
“Given the circumstances,” I replied, “I'm doing the best thing I can do.”
“What's that? Getting the spade to start diggin' a shelter?”
I found the item I was looking for. “ No,” I said, dragging the rod out. “I'm going fishing.”
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.
Hi everyone, I'm going away for a couple of days, yup, you guessed it, I'm going fishing, so I'll be catching up with the reading and commenting sometime on Sunday. Have a great weekend, and thank you for reading.