There’s a teardrop on the table. It landed in such a perfect circle and in such a perfect way that I am sorry there was no-one there to see it.
That teardrop landing was of filmic proportions; it was a classic, a masterpiece, a one-off, so delightful that I would have laughed, had I not been the one who had shed the tear.
For an instant, the chaos in my head ceased and the voices stopped their incessant babble and the lights ended their flashing and the pain evaporated like steam from a bubble bath until there was nothing but the teardrop, a perfect circle upon the table.
I wiped away the teardrop and erased that emotion.
The moment could not last.
Moments never do.
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