I am no writer. In spite of this, here I am having a go at Ficlets. We will see what happens. Feel free to tell me what I am doing wrong. 2008-05-15T09:44:37Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/michael <p>Fog always puts me in a bad mood. I don&#8217;t recover from bad moods very well. This is one of my many unfortunate character flaws. Should you desire a full listing of said traits, surely my wife would be glad to produce it for you in bound hard-copy, or in whichever electronic format you might prefer.</p> <p>My <em>modus operandi</em>: Things tend to get worse, rather than better. Now, whether this is generally accurate, or just a reflection of my deeply-ingrained pessimism, it is hard for me to say. Objectivity does not come easily for me. Tunnelvisioned, precisely-honed concentration comes easily for me.</p> <p>As I drive us home through darkness, the fog outside the car is as dense as the conversation inside is sparse. My chest feels hot below the surface. I wonder how much time I have before the unsettling feelings envelop me completely.</p> <p>She always tells me that I am too easily overcome. As if I did not know it. She tells me, &#8220;Breathe, dear.&#8221; And I do this. It is as though she forgets all we&#8217;ve been through.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/28013 2008-04-19T16:26:47Z 2008-05-15T09:44:37Z michael http://ficlets.com/authors/michael