A Day Like The Rest

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Submitted: November 25, 2007

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It was a very cold morning. I hit the snooze on my alarm and pulled the duvet around me to try and keep warm but Tom kept banging on the door telling me to get up, ‘C’mon mate,’ he told me, ‘You’ve gotta long day ahead of you.’
I sighed, he was right. I looked at the clock and tried to see if I could give myself another five minutes but I was already running late. I got up and ran to the bath room, splashed cold water over my face and tried to wake myself up. Opened the curtains and looked outside, grey and miserable, just like my life.
I jumped in the shower and had a shave, felt the need to clean before I went to her funeral. Tom lent me his suit because mines gone tatty, it rides up on the arms because he’s not as tall as me. I went down stairs to make some breakfast, I wanted cereal but there’s no milk in the fridge. Settled for toast and butter, sat down for ten minutes with the morning paper.
Tom gave me a ride to the church because I can’t afford the petrol. Got out and looked at my watch, already seven minutes late. I walked briskly over the graveyard and opened the church doors, everybody looks at me as I come in.
I put my hand up and whisper that I’m sorry, sit down at the back and unfasten my coat. At the front her parents are crying, her husband. She was only twenty-four and already she’s gone.
We rise for the hymn but none of us really have the energy. The service finishes and I watch them carry the coffin past my feet. Follow them out to the grave, everyone walks so slowly. Stare at their broken faces, wonder what I’ve missed.
I stand at the back as they lower her downwards, the priest prays to the Almighty and we all bow our heads. Line up to throw dirt on her tomb, I’m the last. Look down at her grave a think of her for a second, I loved her once.
 
Had to walk home because I missed the bus, fancied a burger but I didn’t have the change. Passed a tramp on the bridge and gave him some coinage, it’s not much but it’s all I can spare.
Open the door to the house and hang up my jacket. Grab a drink and fall into the sofa beside the T.V. It’s cold so I put on a jumper, day time T.V. and the working man’s lunch. Look around the house but no ones about it, feel strangely alone.


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