It’s true that, until now, there was little in the way of discourse surrounding Joseph’s behaviour. Some-someone must have slammed the door – what’s that? NOTHING.
Joseph was not trustworthy. We knew that. We would never write: Joseph wasn’t trustworthy. ‘Wasn’t’ is a word used either to obfuscate meaning or when discussing matters of friendship. It wasn’t for Joseph.
And yet he’s there each month now. We all are, we make the trip. Marshall should have been dead by now. He isn’t. Nobody thinks he is being selfish, but how many times can we hold a last long boozy dreadful lunch? It’s always the last one at the time, and now nobody has a healthy liver. We’re ageing visibly, catching up to Marshall. At least he has an excuse. Cancer is an EXCUSE.
Oh we met when we were young. We’re all friends now and have been for decades. We know the names of each other’s CHILDREN, and have even been to their parties. What’s that? A car backing up? Why is it so loud?
Joseph and Marshall either always hated each other or were the closest of everyone. Depends who you ask. Joseph says one thing. Marshall won’t be able to answer soon enough. But just don’t ask me. I can’t take SIDES. I can’t even decide between ice cream flavours. I am not supposed to be the leader.
WHAT WAS THAT
We’re all dead eventually. Marshall will be the first of us, I suppose, unless there’s some kind of an accident to one of us before – when? Then. What? An ACCIDENT you say?
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The above piece of writing comprises part of my fragments project, some of which are available on this website. I intend to add new fragments piecemeal, not in any particular order, and as the occasion take me.