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”
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.
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