Episode 8

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today I went to the super market. They had an aisle for fruits, an aisle for vegetables, an aisle for meats, and an aisle for DVDs. I would have to say the latter is my favorite. I bought an interesting movie today. It was called Mr. Smith. It was actually quite dull. As I was sitting at my dinner table, wondering where the food would come from, I recalled a special person. Not unlike that native on the beach. This special person’s name was Mrs. Smith…God rest her soul. I remember when she used to have a meal for me when I came home. She would do my laundry, generally pick up around the house. How I miss her. I loved you Mum. My mother was very good at putting the food on the table for me. She worked very hard every day…driving to Chick-Fil-A to buy some food. I ought to go to Chick-Fil-A. Nuggets eaten. Waffle potato fries thrown on the floor. Ah, the days when I was young. I remember them like yesterday. In fact, it was yesterday. I must get ready for the funeral now. I hope I remember where it is.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.