The Imperfect Life
Please note: mental health themes throughout
1.
I turned right into the local shopping centre car park and found myself circling around the same parking bay twice, and still without a park when a young woman caught my eye. Dressed alternatively, in what exactly, I don’t know. I don’t know fashion, but I knew it wasn’t the norm. As I looked out above my dashboard, she briefly glanced my way as she returned a trolley just four or five metres in front of my car. You know that feeling when you know someone from somewhere but you’re not sure where? - It’s an instant recognition but then BOOM - the brain freezes and you’re not sure from where and when this person is from. She had the same recognisable graceful manner, so light on her feet, yet more wieldy and purposeful than I remembered. Uh, that’s right, I thought. Is she still on anti-psychotics? Does she even need those? They screw you over until you wish you were dead - but you can’t feel anything or think clearly enough to know any better. Had she spoken to Josh? I wondered if she was still single?