If you think that this would be a post with photographic illustrations of my exes, that’s where you’re wrong. However it wouldn’t be straying from that point either.
An afternoon spent rasping the darkest indentations of storage boxes, cupboards and pulling up drawers from their suspended supports I humbly stumbled across scattered sheets of postcard-sized findings.
Coated with a thick folio of unwanted particles that have housed themselves on it, the dust suggested that it has been lying there for at least the last couple of months,-One, Two years, perhaps; since I’ve last conversed with regards to cleaning that area.
Wiping the coat of dirt off them I uncover that of a face which I’ve not seen for close to three years now. The face of an ex boyfriend.
What grasped me is that I was digesting that I would always think that an face that brought back unpleasant memories would resurface.
My over active imagination would usually see me draft out images in my mind of using that photo as a cross bow target practice, hammering the piece into a photographic pulp with the heavy end of a clog shoe with my voodoo language of my mother tongue. Yes I’d even thought of making posters out of it, with a large display of a very relevant phone number next to the caption ‘LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME?’
*Lets the photograph slide into the bin carelessly*