By Fred Vogel
I said I was OK when you asked, but I should have used the word unsettled.
Unsettled because I don’t know what my next move will be. The family wants to move to Nashville, but I can’t see it as the right place for me.
Unsettled that alcohol has finally defeated the wife. She doesn’t remember a thing.
Unsettled that every day for the past twenty years I’ve thought of you in one way or another.
Unsettled to think I lost my strength when I lost you.
And unsettled to realize I’m about to throw everything away to be with you.
Beautifully written.
We can’t always pour out refreshing nectar when life tosses us lemons, and to die in self sacrifice over a former lover is passe without praise. Good job, Fred.
Boy, this is good!
Lovely!
“Unsettled” is a really good word. It calls to mind a feeling I am familiar with. This story seemed sad and hopeless. Not one of my faves.