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The Cogs of My Monday: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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“Monday Morning Coffee” is a story that’s been with me longer than my oldest child. It began, in its earliest form, when I was only sixteen, and there was a compelling news story that fired my sense of empathy and imagination. A teenaged boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event, and, several days later, was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.

I’m not quite sure how to classify this story; any ideas and impressions you have, I’d love to hear!


A young woman is waiting for her train and musing about the disconnection of the people around her. She realizes that she’s being watched by a threadbare man she doesn’t know, but then a group of teenagers come between them.

The Cogs of My Monday

I can pretend that there are only the girls and their simple lives – lives that include warm coats and Monday morning treats. I can pretend he’s not there, in his flimsy windbreaker, hands clutching an invisible travel mug. But what right do I have to do that, to go on with my life in the face of his need – a need I’ve seen and recognized?

The cogs of my Monday grind and catch. I huddle into my cloak, echoing his posture. He’s watching intently, licking his lips as he stares, not at me, but at the cup I hold.

The gears of routine grind and squeal and smoke, but they can’t move on – not while I know he’s sitting there.

Maybe someone will help him.

But that’s less than an answer.

Who is the man?
Why is he here at the train station?
Does the woman have some answer to his need?
Will she be able to get on with her Monday?

Come back next week and learn more!

“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review,  edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and add it as my own self-published library.

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I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

12 thoughts on “The Cogs of My Monday: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

    1. Thank you, Kim! It only recently registered with me that everyone doesn’t think in imagery. I can remember doing it when I was still in a crib, so I think it’s safe to say it’s an intrinsic part of my psyche.
      This story took so long to percolate, but when it came to life, it was like I could sense the details as easily as if I was there.

  1. I love her reaction to the indigent man. You’ve captured sentiments that I’m sure many of us have felt (though perhaps not acted on),

    1. I live rurally, but I’ve traveled enough, and lived in enough places, to have encountered the unhomed and the desperate (and maybe those pretending to be, a time or two). I’ve acted on those feelings, and not acted on them …sometimes I can’t, or I feel uneasy, or just don’t…
      I have a feeling that a lot of us feel unequal to the level of need and it can make us somehow helpless and guilty in the face of it, just the way this young woman is feeling right now.
      We’ll have to see where it takes her…if it takes her anywhere.

    1. Is the cup what he wants? Will she give it up? Will she miss the chance?
      I do love asking questions! Not so much answering them quickly, though….=D

    1. It is strange. Sometimes, I think we have to be off guard and somehow open to it…and she seems to be both of those this morning.

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