Jackson smiled at the rising sun. The same ear to ear grin that had gotten his family calling for a psychological consult. He should have been sad and miserable and depressed and yet he had a bright white beam across his face.
When he refused his wife and sister’s intervention and failed to keep the appointment with Dr Kimberley, renowned head shrinker they attempted to have him committed. In their logical opinion a man who had lost his cancer riddled best friend two months ago and chucked up his job last week was not allowed to be happy. There had to be something wrong with him.
He tiptoed to the garage, packed his camping gear before the men with the white jacket that tied in the back arrived, took his car in to have the tracking device removed and disappeared into the woods.
Each morning he thanked the Universe for relieving Charlie of his pain and sat amongst the towering trees having a chat with his friend.
“Yes bud, I’m doing it – living every day and being happy. I gave up that soul-destroying pay cheque, but I didn’t know they were going to think I was crazy because of it. Can you imagine what they’d think if they heard me talking to you? Oh boy, that would be funny to see. I’ll check in again tomorrow, I’ve got to go and play with the faeries. Just kidding,” he said chuckling. “I’m only seeing them this afternoon, after I’ve written my five thousand words for the day on being happy to lose someone. Thanks for the idea by the way, and have a great day. I know I’m going to.”
by Debbie Gravett © 2019.07.27
FFFC: Flash Fiction Challenge #23
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