TITLE: Pushing Up Daisies
GENRE: Contemporary Women's Fiction
Serene: clear and calm, unruffled, placid, tranquil, unperturbed.
The words from the Oxford Dictionary ran through my mind as I tried to remember ever feeling this at peace.
At last, I knew what to do.
I could end the torment and I would be free.
I downed the last of the tablets having liberated them from the individual plastic and foil prison of their blister pack.
Lining them up across the marble of the kitchen bench end to end, tracking a small deep copper colour vein, marvelling at the brilliance of nature.
I abhorred straight lines.
Straight lines depicted order - something long missing from my life.
Supping vodka from the bottle with an insane desire to ensure all the pills were washed well into my stomach.
Fear of the tablets burning through my gullet haunted me, so I made a point of washing down medication properly. Habits were hard things to break, especially bad ones.
I had plenty.
Downing the last of those pills - the ones the doctor gives you when you are a little stressed. You can't sleep at night.
Worries of the world getting to you.
Mind refuses to stop racing.
Stress getting the better of you.
My husband struggled with these symptoms, so the doctor, in his wisdom gave him pills.
Wonderful, colourful little pills, to take his worries away. I happened to be my husband's biggest worry.
Those pills would do their job - but not quite how the dear doctor planned.