Photo Challenge #275 – An Addled Mind

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The day started off okay. Then by midday, it had begun to unravel.

It should have been plain sailing, one task after another, no different from one day to another.

But when the question was asked?

Why is this so?

He was stumped.

It occurred to him he didn’t have an answer, mainly because there were possibly several answers and which one did they want to hear.

His mind went into a panic.

He fumbled one way then another.

The situation gradually worsened.

He dug himself a deeper grave, or so it felt.

It could be this he explained, but on another day, it could be that.

Confusion reigned supreme.

His addled mind no help to him.

Why so many questions he asked himself.

Why couldn’t it be something that was just so?

Who was he or anyone else for that matter, to pose a query,

The line was there to be held, not questioned, that was clearly asking for trouble, and he found himself knee-deep in it.

By end of day, he had become a bumbling rabble, incoherent,

Caught by his own ineptitude

Fast becoming the butt of jokes and incredulity.

He wanted to crawl out of the work place,

Bury himself in some hole

Never have reason to lift up his head.

He gathered his lunch box within which his lunch uneaten

Gathered its share of the workplace bacteria

And began the process of contamination

Much like his mind was showing from the effects of

From a very trying day.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/06/photo-challenge-275/

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7 Responses to Photo Challenge #275 – An Addled Mind

  1. Sadje says:

    Great take on the Prompt. Unraveling.

  2. crimsonprose says:

    Brilliant. Though I prefer not to be reminded of days like that. 🙂

  3. I guess that it is not always easy being a sheep.

  4. Good story! I enjoy your writing.

  5. msjadeli says:

    Our thoughts can sometimes be our worst enemy. Your story triggered memories of bad days at work. Good description of the disintegration, Michael.

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