God got to the seventh day, but wasn’t happy – there at the end – on the fringes, so he took three and a half giant steps backwards and sat down to protect his space on a lump of sandstone rock, right there in the middle of Myddle, and he liked what he saw, so he moved in.
One day, he thought. One day, when I have got past the worst, when I have sat here long enough to find comfort in my mid-life tummy spread; one day, on that day, I will think about moving on out to confront the end again. Until then, I will sit in. But every now and then, just on the odd occasion, I will treat myself, and take a step back – not a big step, more of a shuffle, just to take a sneaky peak at what might still be going on at the beginning of things, before I make my way back again to the Myddle.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019
Inspiration taken from the village of Myddle, the birthplace of my Grandfather, and from the poem ‘Make Believe‘, by Padraig O Tuama.
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