Good Friday
The day has always played me. Still working it out.
Two years ago today I started to write a short story—‘Good Friday.’ Obvious title, my reasons less so. The day had always played me; what I wanted to do was never clear, yet the day’s meaning was never lost on me.
I’ll keep this brief and make a promise to come back to that short story before we reach post 365. “Doing what you say you’re going to do, which has always been the hardest thing.”
For now, the image says what I can’t. Enjoy the day however it falls for you.
Nick
Links:
https://www.adifferentsober.com/p/beta
https://georgesaundersbooks.com/ - for me, someone to look up to.