So Sorry

For Bjorn’s prompt over at Toads, The Unreliable Narrator. “Today we shall explore the concept of the unreliable narrator, which is a concept defined first 1961 by Wayne C. Both in The Rhetoric of Fiction, and which means a story told from someone whose credibility is seriously compromised.” Few things can be more unreliable that a coked up chef.  Part fact, part fiction.

So Sorry
“What do I do when lightning strikes me And I wake to find that you’re not there?…Why can’t we talk it over? Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word” Bernie Taupin

The bit of warm liquid began slowly sliding from my nostril
down to my lip. I sniffed it back up and used my hand to
wipe my lip. I need to leave for a minute I told my fry cook.
Cover for me.
He gave me a knowing look as I slipped out to the restroom
and wiped my nose and stuffed a bit of toilet paper up
my nose. I was in a quandary. I was starting to wind down
and needed a few more lines of coke.
But I had a small nosebleed.
I went ahead and pulled the small brown bottle from
My jeans pocket and pulled out the spoon from
around my neck.
The spoon was inlaid with lapis and was sterling silver.
I had bought it in Italy the year before.
I thought about the note I had left my partner:
I need to talk to you. When I get home. Please.
those people I had sex with in the cooler didn’t mean a thing.
I am sorry. Please forgive me
And I did a few more spoons of coke and was so wired
when I returned to the line I was pulling orders from
everyone and cooking like there was no tomorrow.
3:00 AM and I was home. the note was still taped to the bathroom mirror.
His clothes were gone.
I sat in my chair and slowly wept.
I pulled the bottle of brandy from the cupboard
and began slugging it down.
I’m sorry, I muttered. So sorry. So sorry.