There are times when a photo and a coupla words do wonders, and Saturday Centus does just that. Below find my 108-word piece for this weekend, which I call “A Response to Dear John:”
Your ways made any patience, upon which I might have had a tenuous grip, vanish. Every word uttered from your lips made mine pucker as though I’d sucked on the world’s most sour fruit. How did we come to join up? I cannot recall, but was relieved at the receipt of your correspondence indicating that I should not expect your return. Your pronouncements of doom upon my person are but a comedy to me; I have committed the piece about the ugliness of my visage to memory. To wit: I am thankful for your departure, nay joyfully welcome it, since without you around I sleep like a baby.