So this is failure. This stone in my stomach, that sits poisoning my soul and souring my thoughts. I do not like the feel, the taste, the way it pervades and perverts the course of everything. I do not last 5 minutes without turning it over and over in my mind. Where did I go wrong? How did this happen? But I will not have it at my table again. I vow. And I study the missteps taken and warning signs overlooked. Farewell, dear frenemy. You have taught me all I need to know. And tomorrow will be another day.

06/13/2017

Author's Note: The start of an attempt to write 100 words, in any form, about any thing, every day.

Posted on 06/13/2017
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