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This week’s prompt: “almost.”
I have lived an almost life.
I have been told I am almost loveable and that heartens me no end. You know that feeling when you know you have almost made it and in the love stakes that is an achievement I think.
I almost married the right girl and I would have I am sure if she hadn’t turned out to be the psycho bitch from hell. It wasn’t all her fault I do have to shoulder some of the blame after all I do have a long list of peculiarities none of which sadly for you readers cannot be revealed here for fear the psycho police find me and then its certainly almost curtains for this little bunny.
I almost had the perfect job, a job that paid well and required little work. I sat in a back corner cubicle day and day out staring at the walls and drinking coffee, by knock off time I was high as a kite on caffeine almost jumping out of my skin.
Then one day a supervisor, obviously lost, wandered past and asked what I was doing and who I was. I explained who I was and what I did in terms that almost won me the day until he looked me up and discovered I did next to nothing apart from warm a seat. Well I did explain to him that next to nothing was almost a something.
Now I do almost nothing apart from write best selling novels. I don’t see writing as a chore, as work, its like I almost wish I hated it but I don’t. I disappear into my stories and characters and so often wish I was almost as smart and strong and quick witted as the characters in my books.
So an almost life can come to something even a reclusive one such as mine where the almost loveable like me flourish in our own little dung heap of mediocrity, content with what might have been in a world that doesn’t take prisoners but rather spits you out and almost treads you into the ground should you contemplate sticking your head out of the place you at best, almost hide in.