Based on the song: “Ahead by a Century” by Tragically Hip
“This is it isn’t,” she said, putting her coffee cup back on the table. There was a sound of resignation in her voice as she said those words.
We were sitting in a café above the beach, watching the surf roll in, the passers-by hurry to destinations that were obviously important to them.
“Is there anything important anymore?” I asked.
“I don’t think so,” she replied.
“This is our life you know. One day after another same shit different day and we accept it don’t we. We never say this is enough, let’s get out of here.”
“Cause we’re stuck that’s why. Jobs, rent, family they all have some sway in what we can and can’t do.”
“But I hate my job. I despise where I live. You are the only sane thing in my life.”
“Then why don’t you change?”
“Can’t. I know I whinge all the time about what I do and where I live but to change is too hard. Finding another place is almost impossible, another job that pays like the one I have is not likely so I know I’m in a rut.”
“But you could take a break.”
“What for? Where would I go? I’d need you to come too as I hate going places on my own.”
“You could go home?”
“Home! No way and have my mother telling me what a failure and disappointment I’ve turned out to be. That ain’t happening.”
“Come and stay with me.”
“What? No, it would ruin a perfect friendship, and you’d be sick of me by the end of the first day. I’m a sloth you know.”
“So, your stuck eh?”
“Thanks. Oh, and could I have a fairy cake as well, I’ll consider it an indulgence.”
“Well, we did say this is your like, and a fairy cake is a change. Might have one myself.”
“We are daring aren’t we.”