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Monday, 7 November 2016

MONDAY MORNING MADNESS BY FIONA CUMMINGS


MONDAY MORNING MADNESS

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

It’s Monday, what makes this Monday different to any other? Is your Monday the same as last week and the week before? Imagine if you wake up on a regular Monday morning and your life has changed dramatically? Mondays will never be the same again. Either by choice, or gifted to you. What if you don’t find it a gift, what if it’s something that you absolutely didn’t want to be given or happen to you? Or what if it is something you could have only dreamed about? Something that you have wanted in your life for as long as you can remember?

 

How will you cope with this news, this change? How will you tell your friends, family and colleagues? You want to keep it to yourself for as long as possible? But you have to go to work even if it is just for this week. So, how does your face keep a secret?

 

You are bursting at the seams to phone your closest pals and just tell them. Tell them the most amazing thing, whether it be incredible, exciting, shocking, sensational or mind blowing. But you can’t tell a soul. Not now any way.

 

You open your drawer, same underwear, open your closet, same suit same shoes in your hall way. Same coat hangs by the front door.

 

Your house smells the same, that familiar fragrance that you know won’t be in your life for much longer. What do you do?

That kitchen window that needed replacing years ago, the leak in the bath room floor that was coming through to your kitchen should have been fixed and you didn’t have the money to do so. That cupboard door that was now hanging off it’s hinges, neglected.  Your old faithful kettle, bright lemon in colour. Tatty, but it works, it makes great cups of tea. You pass your living room door and in the gap, you see a small chair that was once your Sons when a toddler. Sitting on the chair next to your old gas fire is that torn teddy bear that you just cannot give up. Well, now, will you throw it away? What will happen to it?  

 

Take those keys from the hall table and turn the key in your front door in much need of a lick of paint.  You normally stop at a drive by convenience place for breakfast for a toasty and a cup of strong coffee. But not today, today is different. Today your life has totally changed! It will never be the same. You will never recognise yourself in the mirror. Your family will never see your caring honest face again.

 

© Fiona Cummings

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