100 Words - The Mask

They say hindsight is 20-20. Should’ve seen what was coming down the tracks. Should’ve laid my ear to the ground – paid attention to that rumbling intuition under my feet.

Vague answers to easy questions, odd disappearances in the middle of the day, intermittent disconnect between words and action, out of place comments that threw awkward silences into the flow of conversations, the wandering eyes and ears and attention, mood swings without visible trigger

I didn’t want to see what was right there in front of my face -- the frayed edges on the seam between the mask and the man.