Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Hadn’t bought the ticket, didn’t ask to board, in that moment everything became fuzzy, slowly our world began to turn. Since that moment, life changed. The past week has been a rollercoaster, a ferris wheel of emotions continually spinning around. Will this horrible ride end soon, it’s supposed to be great fun. Can we disembark next turn, will that come after the funeral, can it please stop now. Is it after the cremation, do we have to go another round?
When will the haunting cease, tick tock it’s four o’clock – in the a.m, another vivid and morbid image to wake me, disrupt sleep yet again. Can these inconveniences please stop? They’ve pressed the button, drawn the curtain and the committal has been done, she’s on her way, friends left in grief to battle on through their day.
The after party at the pub didn’t make things better or return the smiles to our faces. Can’t quite remember a time I disliked beer or wine so much. Someone suggests a Canadian Club and soda, am far from sober, but it helps the same topic and discussion flow; why, why, why?
Why is she not here in her usual place behind the bar, this is getting harder, reality is setting in. A couple of sips into what I think is scotch, am set off on that ride again, this time anger ascends. The soundtrack of our happier teen lives is played out in the background and that helps with the next turn, smile returns. With eighties
up-tempo pop tunes, the group starts to move and singing has begun, God help us all if they play that Rick Springfield hit – it doesn’t take long. The guitar riff starts and everyone is drunkenly excited, this is their dedication, their hymn honouring a mate. They adored her, it’s all too much to take. Tra, la, la … .. ‘when will we find a woman like that, again’ …