Success! He finally climbed that last step on the ladder. No matter the endless repetition seeking recognition from those whose disposition mattered. He reached the top.
However, his happiness is camouflage, a proper costume for the part of triumphant man. His flair hides despair. The cigar is prop for smoke to screen his tears.
Process like progress requires choice. He chose to neglect her. She chose to leave him.
Submitted to The Sunday Muse.
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ReplyDeleteThe sad demisse of many a marriage, well depicted.
ReplyDeleteWell written Myrna
ReplyDeleteWow. He paid a high price for his success. Was it worth it? It seems not.
ReplyDeleteYes it is a sad tale indeed. Sometimes fame does not mean true success. So glad you joined us at the Muse Myrna!
ReplyDeleteThe unfortunate end of too many marriages. Well told!
ReplyDelete'tears of a clown' spring to mind! Nice internal rhymes in your prose poetry.
ReplyDeleteThose sentences fall perfectly into that story.
ReplyDeleteI think you have captured what that rise to fame costs a person very well. I really like the cigar being a prop to hide his tears.
ReplyDeleteMyrna, so perceptive to see the smoke hiding the tears. You can have it all, but without love, it's just so much smoke drifting on the wind.
ReplyDeleteBravo!!!! Nice one
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine Myrna
Muchđź’–love
Love your vignette ... speaks volumes and allows us to draw a few of our own conclusions.
ReplyDeleteFortune and fame sometimes comes with a high price and can be lonely at times. The smoke a disguise for his sadness. Wonderful
ReplyDeletetake on this one.
"Bill", the owner/most time driver of our race car and I were getting it ready the next race. I was under it, probably removing the transmission, when Bill's wife appeared with suitcase in hand. She said to him, "You love this @#$!& old car than you love me" and she left, left him for good.
ReplyDeleteThat, erroneously, was probably said unspoken to me. Except she had a new boyfriend. Their marriage didn't last a year.
I may have mentioned to you, my wife of 48 years is a retired social worker. She was a Medical and an Educational Social Worket. We are up to having two great-great-grandchildren now.
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This is wonderful, Myrna! I love the idea of cigar as prop.
ReplyDeleteMuch truth in your little story. Can't neglect the misses can we? Sweet attention means more to her than having a big wheel mate.
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