The plaid man

[lars3939]

In the past there was a man who was somewhat unwise in his of choice thoughts and in his choice of subsequent actions. This often had a detrimental effect on his situation and, at times, on those around him. However not as often as one would think, for though he was a most unfortunate fellow and somewhat plain by all accounts he had one redeeming quality. Namely he was always elegant in attire and the pleasing cut of his suit had an effect on his environment and produced an atmosphere that all found pleasant.

So it came to pass that the somewhat affectlessness personality of this man coupled to his elegant exterior produced an attraction in people which they invested with their time, thoughts and eventually secrets. Though this state of affairs was never reciprocated for this man was somewhat devoid of empathy and as such his condition rendered him as nothing more than an inexplicable black hole, an agent of futility.

One evening a woman of considerable charm and an intelligence masked by a smile was introduced to him. She too noted the good cut of his suit, in the latest style, and the firm and proper bearing of back that bore it.
They shook hands and that brief exchange was a shared precursor to a deeper intimacy. The majority of that evening they spent together, almost an indecent amount of time but such things do happen. She told him of her childhood and her studies and he acted as a vessel for these thoughts and sentiments. But something was different this night some small beast of scruple moved within his breast and he found himself disgusted with what he was. He sat and looked at her, the trust she had placed in him and the extraordinary sincerity of her manner revealed, in startling contrast, the naked ugliness of his life. He looked to leave as he did not enjoy this revenant.

Walking home that night he found his thoughts scrambling desperately and a shadow was cast inside his caverness emptiness.

A week later his body was found seated in a chair, he had drunk a bottle of wine and consumed a large amount of codeine. His family attended his funeral but they felt confusion not loss and the confiding nature of his suit dissipated at death, for no one admitted their revulsion.

The end.