Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
The coffee shop was half full. Looking around, he counted ten other patrons. Another four people were working behind the counter. All were female except him.
He was the only male presence. The realization made him feel a little conspicuous. Being the only one present conferred enormous responsibility on him.
At least in his mind.
Explaining what you said
because you didn’t feel right in the head
(just like so many days)
Explaining away your life
it was all pain, sickness, and strife
(that’s why you wasted so much in bed)
Explaining away today
and how it all got away
(well, there’s always tomorrow, innit there?)
Explaining what went wrong
after everything is gone
(well, it really wasn’t your fault now, was it?)
Michael Seidel, writer 