draliman on life

I have finally got round to my Literary Lion post for this week, with only two days to go. This is hosted by Laura at I Smith Words and involves a word prompt, supplied by our friend the Literary Lion, and up to 400 words.

This week’s prompt is “morning”, and I have written a sort of inner monologue and jumped around a bit like I imagine his thoughts might in this situation. I have used a picture of the sun coming up at my workplace to illustrate “morning”. It doesn’t really have anything to do with my story :-).

Morning. Time to get my shit together.

Mourning. Hah, homonyms. Mourning in the morning.

Patent leather shoes, freshly-pressed trousers, white shirt with black tie. Top it all off with black jacket. Not cheap this suit. Hope they appreciate it. The other mourners.

Seems weird going without the wife. Well, she’ll be there I suppose. In the coffin. But it’s not really the same.

Never even knew what hit her. Never even saw it coming.

I can hear them now. Downstairs. Congregating, ready to head out. To the funeral.

Ready for mourning in the morning. Hee hee! Whoa, gotta get my shit together. Hysterical gigging won’t do. Won’t do at all.

This suit really suits me. Another one! I’m on fire today! Okay, gotta concentrate.

Shoot. Shoot. Cameras and guns. Is that a homonym? Or is it essentially the same word, different context?

So much I never told her. I used to run with some pretty dodgy people. She never even knew. One of them was the bloke I hired to shoot the wedding photos. Another was the bloke I hired to shoot my wife in the head after I found out she was sleeping around.

She shouldn’t have done that.

Okay, game face on, look sad, here goes…