The World As it Spins

 Toby walked in a daze to into the bedroom, tears rolling down his cheeks. Victor’s black leather bound notebook caught his eyes, causing a torrent of tears. Picking it up,, he gingerly leafed through the pages of what turned out to be his best friends journal. Victor had recorded details of their time together in that black book. Reading through, Toby relived their lives together up till last week all through victor’s eyes; the quarrel with Rita, the breakup, the aftermath and how Victor had taken the fall for him. Toby let out a loud sob. Toby turned the pages to today’s date. The entry for today was written with a pencil in Victor’s trademark viney cursive. It read “I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck… I’m so so lethologic at the moment”. Lethologic?   Toby knelt beside the bed and reached under for his drawing set. Flipping it open he picked out his pencil and eraser and then pushed the drawing set back beneath the bed. He took the notebook and went to the dining table

The morning was damp with dew; angry clouds had fought and conquered the sunrise leaving the morning with a dusk effect. Damp was the word. Toby sat on the dining table with a dampened spirit. Silence pervaded the room save for his labored breathing and the distant humming of a lawn mower that came along with the scent of freshly cut grass which Toby always found soul-lifting except today. Toby sat at the large glass topped table giving the leather bound notebook a stony gaze. Twenty minutes ago Toby had a day to look forward to, at the moment everything was standing on its head. How little it takes for a good day to get ruined. Victor! If only he had stopped Victor from leaving the house. Images of Victor presented themselves one after another in Toby’s mind, leaving only when they instigated tears. Victor had been Toby’s best friend. They had been friends since birth, having been born a day apart. Although victor and Toby were so much not alike in attitudes, they got along fine.

Dear Sibling in The Lord, Would you believe me if I said you are the reason I write this? Would you? Ha Ha.. You mean much more to me than you will ever realize, more than I'll ever allow to show. Beyond the hard countenance and dour looks lie a warm heart full of goodwill for you. I'm sorry I never took the get to know you better. I just hope the little actions I took to show I care suffice. I will not bore you with details on what God and I discuss about you. It's been a great honour knowing you. All I can say is this: As we split and take different paths the Lord will keep us all and increase us. May He weave all our dreams into reality and intertwine us again in the nearest future. Then, we'll meet and count our blessings. I wish you the best in your endeavours.                                                 With three tons of love Immanuel