This was it, new day, new start.
He was putting behind the years of doubt,
of cynicism, of anticipated failure. Today was the day he was going to turn his
life round, a more positive him. He was no longer going to let the slings and
arrows of outrageous fortune dampen his spirit and belief. He was new, reborn
For the first time in over ten years he was
going to leave the house. He was going to take his inventions and patents to a
solicitor and he was going to let the world decide whether he was genius of
dunce, fool or visionary. Dear God, even his simple machine for creating
electricity from dust had powered the house for six years.
The boots on his feet felt strange, the
coat like a straight jacket but he was not going to be ‘broken’ this time. With
his plans for the sun powered desalination plant and sketches for his ‘pop up’
environmental card construct’ homes amongst other ideas under his arm he opened
his front door.
The sun hit his eyes, the air chilled his
lungs and he took one giant step forward. He would not let life knock him back.
Not today, oh no, not today.
Who knows what life and the world would be
like today if the neighbour’s dog had not evacuated its bowels on his doorstep
earlier that morning.
Sitting in his armchair seeing his plans
and boots going up in a curiously scented fire he relaxed. ‘Same sht, different day,’ he thought
soberly.
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