Follow the Feeling part five!

7

“What on earth are you thinking about dear?” she could sense these things you know.

8

…need a change and then he would have to. But a change to what…. Needs x amount of money… family were with him until they or he died…even if they moved out the economy was fucked and without that massive existentialist device of luck and chance they were never going to achieve as much as even he had in his fairly indiscriminate life… hey-ho the clock keeps a ticking and the waistline needs a tickling…

Then

The

Train of thought twist-turned as he let out a fart.

In other news the car could have been robbed. It wasn’t. Whoever came near would only feel embarrassment at his beat-up old red Rover…His wife had a newish nissan micro and that was enough for him…her happiness… Long ago he had stopped caring what people thought of him…indifferent perhaps… In many ways he knew he was a disgrace…but only late at night… or early morning (one of the two, rarely both) it was the only time his thoughts caught onto an incendiary binge that could not be stopped.

The morning sun would always rise.

9

She had asked again.