Adrian Taylor

Lost in thought

Lost in thought. The Kookaburras Arriving home wrestling with the usual tangle of door keys, I slide miss 3 down to the floor on my left hip, mail spilling out of my grip and ensuring it scatters across the floor of the entryway. Even with this annoyance I felt such relief, relief that I hadn't felt in what seemed like an age. This relief highlighted the dull ache between my shoulder blades, my body finally giving away it's addiction to a steady flow of adrenaline, man I needed a massage, the ache in my back was now even more pronounced, brought on by a year of unrelenting stress.