‘A Day Without Me’

by gurdeepmattu

It’s my brother’s birthday and I don’t know what to get him. Later on, I buy groceries to give him: meat, cheese, wine. I’m on my way to see someone for a drink and I am late by comfortably half an hour. I am rarely late, usually early, and I ponder as I lie nursing a headache what this meant.  That I didn’t want to be there?

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