Step Out

In vows, there is usually a mention of 'in sickness and in health.' This is not the health part. 

This is the sickness. 

He sits at an odd angle, in an odd position. He is wearing no shoes. An almost finished cigarette is in his left hand. Blue headphones. Laughter and the smell of liquor. And sickness. Coming in from above. He couldn't lie parallel to it. He had to come down. Or go up. But those options were too few. He needed more. But the longer distances were friendlier to shoe'd feet. And his naked feet would only bring him discomfort on the other end.

So he chose to walk the shorter road. Down, down, down and down.

What to do with vows that are breaking? Vows? What to do with vows that are broken? Do we have a cast strong enough to mend such fracture? There must be an esoteric unguent, or potion, or tincture. Some way to make sense of the discomfort while watching the wound heal. There has to be something.

And so he sits and meditates. At an odd angle. In an odd position. Listening to nothing on the blue headphones that were not his.

Where do stories begin? Where do they end?