Writing Prompt: I Believe...

I believe our only obligation is to be kind. We do not owe anyone anything else. The world is too much with us now. That is my mantra for today. Sometimes there needs to be a place to retreat to. A place in which to hold our own hand and say enough now, Sweetheart. Enough.

It is possible I have lost my way. It is possible I set too much store by kindness and feel the seams of my heart come a little undone in the face of the tiniest disregard. I used to pick at the flock wallpaper in her house. Olive green swirls of loveliness coming away in my hands. I wasn't kind then. (I am not kind now). Those who are jealous are intrinsically ugly.

Now I am hungry. If you were were here I would simmer mushrooms gently in a scrape of butter and serve them on a gilt edged plate. If you were here I would dance with you. That is what I would do. I would say yes, lets dance. To an Elvis Presley love song. My face pressed against the goodbye kiss still staining your cheek.

I think I might be lonely. You haven't been kind. No-one could ever say you have been kind.