Written 31 December 2018
In an attempt to properly evaluate how his year had gone, Griffin compiled a Top 5 list of his most prominent memories of the previous 365 days. They were as follows.
February, when he was walking on the common and he saw those two dogs pulling apart the dead rabbit. The site of the insides being dumped out in one gut wrenching rip still entered his head at inopportune times.
The date with the doctor back in April. She never got back to him. He had turned up hungover and had spent the first 20 minutes talking about Game Of Thrones. She hadn't seen it. On more than one occasion she very obviously checked her watch. It lasted 90 minutes, but felt like it lasted 3 days.
Falling off his bike and almost being crushed underneath that van. He hadn't been back on a bike since.
Work work work work work work work work work work very little reward.
Meeting Cali. The way she snorted when she laughed. Her turning red every single time she said something remotely personal. Their elbows touching. Their legs touching. That lingering moment when they said goodbye when they obviously wanted to kiss each other. Walking her home. The first kiss. Outside her house.
It had actually been an okay year.