There was no way that I could convince her she looked great, so I persuaded her to try an exercise class once a week and see how it goes. Said she could quit if she hated it. Then I started slipping her the pills. When she started losing weight she gave all the credit to the classes. I knew she couldn’t lose it all by herself. In the end she left me, though not for another guy, she left me for herself. All toned and beautiful, she thought she was above me. Never did find out about the pills.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.
13/08/2012 at 09:43
I am curious about where you are coming up with these vignettes. Are you making them from scratch, are you working on a cohesive collection, or are they part of other works? Or am I too nosy? I adore them.
13/08/2012 at 09:55
I’m just making it up as I go along, but I’ve noticed a few of them fit together. My aim at the moment is to write 100 of them and see what it looks like then.