Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Check Out – Daily Object Writing Aug 28

So, it was as if I was standing at the front door watching a line of possessions move past me a on a conveyor belt to the moving truck. I was surprised the well muscled men did not beep every time they passed beneath the door jam or that they were not emptying stuff into a large crinkly environmentally unfriendly plastic bag. I was still in a state of dis-belief about things, as if I’d just found out someone had come and emptied my bank account. The conversation had been brief, bolt of lightning brief. ” This is not working out for me any more, I’m leaving”… and now here was the proof, she was of course absent, but was sure to make small incursions to pick up small items. I imagine her chewing pink bubble gum at whatever new place she’d lined up measuring and sizing things up. Whatever her reasons she had decided it was time to check out of this relationship and find another one. Somehow as I looked out the window at the removal van I imagined it was growing collapsible handles on the side and some giant would soon come and whisk it away. I was checking into my emotional bank account for something to withdraw but as mentioned earlier someone had found my P.I.N. number and emptied it out. At times like this, where a full internal inventory is taking place the option to ‘check out’ hangs as an option, but life goes on and things get better – or so I tell myself