The Memories Of Michael
Concept very loosely based on a Shaun Micallef sketch.
Anna sat down on the couch with a glass of water in her hand. "Can you pass me a coaster, please, honey?", she asked?
Michael brushed the branches of the tree aside as he exited the forest. His car was not too far away, only a ten minute walk. He was still fixated on that fascinating badger he had seen. Looked exactly like Stephen Hawking, it did. When asked his opinions on the space-time-continuum, the badger merely scuttled off into the undergrowth. Michael thought this quite rude of him and commited himself to not wasting further thought on the matter. In the time he'd been mulling this, he had reached his car. He got in, turned the key in the ignition and was on his way. As he pulled out, he passed a sign that said "Bristol - 5".
As he reached the halfway point in his journey, Michael remembered the time he'd been savaged by a rogue clown. Another memory he did not care to dwell on, yet it constantly reared it's head at the most inconveniant and embarrassing of times. Bo-Bo, he'd called himself. It had been three full days before he'd properly cleaned the banana-cream pie out of his various orifices, and the dead cat he'd had supeglued to his buttocks, and the ensuing argument with the neighbours haunted him, as it had turned out to be their cat.
As Michael pulled into his driveway and saw the green garden gnome on his doorstep, he recalled the time when he was 4, and knocked over a display of a new drink, it was green and has gone everywhere. Everybody reassured him it wasn't his fault, but for some reason, to this day, he still felt badly about it. A woman had slipped on the resulting mess and never walked again. Michael even visited her a few times, but she had died a few years previous. And it really didn't matter that she was a racist, anti-semetic chain-smoking bitch. Michael still felt he owed something to her, even after she was gone.
Michael walked in the door of his house, strolled into the living room, and sat next to Anna. He pushed the thoughts from his head and decided they were to be dealt with another day. He looked up at Anna, and stared into her eyes.
"Sorry dear. I was miles away."
© Saxon Drury-Godden, 06.