Of Cuff-links and Neckties by Brenda-Lee Ranta

The Cartier watch weighed heavily on his wrist.

He still believed in cuff-links and neckties, of

varying shades of greys; which he tied snuggly

about his neck daily.


He played “Craps” with other people’s money,

which fast talking and smooth sales pitches

had amassed him. It was a greasy kind of “good”

that made his money.


Cruising car lots for faster cars; flashier wheels,

to make the big impression that he was someone

who had ‘arrived.’ He had purchased his wife a

cheap sedan to run errands.


In the presence of others; he could bullshit with

the best of them and they believed him, till they

heard his varied pitch a second time. Stocks in an

upsurge, despite of the weak dollar.


He would work late then slide into bed beside his

dutiful wife; so adept at it, that she rarely felt

him beside her at 2:00 a.m. Laying awake, he

fantasized about other women.


Pretending to like his children, he would feign

interest on weekends; she caught him rolling

his eyes at them; he was unaware. Relief would

flood his face at their bedtime.


It was a masquerade life he was living; so much

of it was made up in his head for public consumption.

So blessed were those watching. Every morning he again

would pull his necktie tighter.


His wife became fearful that he may actually steal

the gold fillings from her mouth as she slept; she learned

to sleep with her mouth closed., also kept her mouth closed

when awake, smiling thinly.


Driving off in his latest acquisition, briefcase in tow,

his wife shuttered with relief that she was free of his

latest performance.  There was no applause. She hugged

her children, her only solace.


Secret women were business meetings, the lonely briefcase

sat abandoned in his car till the next sleazy deal; the stalker,

drunk with arousal of power. Secret credit cards,

re-mortgaged house; he snickers at his wife in smugness.


One fine day, his subterfuge exploded in his face. So grand

an explosion that the house, cars, boat and luxury trailer

sat on a chopping block. Exposed now, he managed to

slide out, like grease in a Teflon pan.


Creating another life, another masquerade, still with a love

for the Cartier watch and cuff-links; in another woman’s bedroom,

he pulls his  necktie even tighter.

With certainty, the necktie is slowly choking him to death.


© Brenda-Lee Ranta


Excerpt from the book “Myriad of Perceptions”

$13.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com

brenda About the Author

Brenda-Lee Ranta resides in a small mining town, in Timmins, Ontario, Canada.  She has been employed with her local Police Service for 19 years. She shares her journey with her life partner, who is a musician, poet and lyricist; their rescue dog, Jake and rascal cat Fritz. She is the mother of three children, two step-children and three grandchildren.  They are her greatest pride and joy.

 Always moved by poetry and prose, she has been most inspired by the works of Leonard Cohen, an amazing Canadian word-smith. This is her first book containing a cross section of her works.

 Visit Brenda-Lee’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/brenda-lee-ranta-.html

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