Every day

Image: Pixabay Mabel Amber

He took his camera to the park every day, chose the same bench. Every day he sat for a while, breathed in the sent of mulching leaves or the accumulated swell of buds breaking or fresh cut grass – depending on the season. Every day he poured tea from his flask, thinking how bitter it tasted, how plastic compared to freshly brewed tea from the pot. The sun would warm him, the snow chill his lips, the rain trickle down through thinning hair.

At 10 minutes past eleven every day he emptied the last of his bitter tea onto the path, screwed the cap back on the flask. At eleven minutes past eleven exactly he would take one photograph, packed up his things and go home. As each film filled with pictures he put it away in a drawer, loaded another, never developing a single one.

It wasn’t the images that mattered, after all. It was the fact that he had been there to see them.

15 thoughts on “Every day

    1. Thank you Crispina! I’m no big expert on mental health conditions but I’ve witnessed a few – mainly neighbours and friends. The mind is a mighty complex thing and sometimes when it misfires, it really misfires, doesn’t it?

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      1. Hey… this was not meant to point a finger! It was a legitimate query as there are all sorts of terms that get shortened and used in various ways… However, you are welcome πŸ˜‰

        It was a lovely read!

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      2. I’m always grateful when people see my typos and help stop me looking a numpty! Honestly, never be afraid to do that, cos I can read something half a dozen times and not see the mistake πŸ˜‚. Thank you again, lovely

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      3. I am, too. You are right, we can read and reread, press “publish” and still have left something behind πŸ˜‰
        So, any time I can help you feel less numpty, I’ll help out πŸ˜‰

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  1. We all welcome some familiar regular thing — an appointment, say, or a habit — that allows us control over or structure to our daily lives. I do it with a samey breakfast every morning but any routine, however inconsequential it may same, would do.

    The problems may arise when that routine is upset, however, and for some obsessives that interruption may mean the kind of the world for them. For your protagonist that 11.11 appointment seems comforting, a point of sanity in an otherwise insane world. I empathise, Lynn, I really do.

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  2. I enjoyed this story a lot. From the first ‘He’ I hoped you were going to leave him nameless. I know we’re told to give people names, describe them, give them foibles and tics to make them memorable, but in a short piece, I much prefer to keep names out of it. Seems to make the character stand for something rather than being an individual we will never get to know.

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