Fiction Friday – Notes On How A Man Loves

FICTION FRIDAY – Notes On How A Man Loves

There are four of us around the table at our regular catch up. I can tell you my best friend’s kebab order (chicken, lettuce, tomato, onion, tabouli, hummus and chili sauce), his favourite band and how we’re going to see them live the next time they tour but not his deepest fear. I can tell you my friend’s fastest time over five k’s and what sized t-shirt he wears and how we all chipped in to buy him Luke Skywalker’s X-Wing Lego set for his 40th birthday a couple of years back but not if work is stripping him of his sense of wholeness. I can tell you my friend is still working on that novel he’s been talking about for three years and we will start quoting Stewie’s monologue to Brian from The Family Guy about writing a novel but I don’t know how he and his wife are doing since he briefly mentioned something a couple of months back and hasn’t spoken of it since. I won’t tell them that last week I drove through Macca’s for a box of nuggets and ate them in the carpark, swallowing tears with mouthfuls of post-mix Coke because I am so fucking scared of the darkness digging under my fingernails that I bite them down to the quick to prevent it seeping in and I will never have the courage to ask for help.