Routine Was Everything

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Prompt:  ROUTINE

Routine meant everything to her; dependable, reliable, its structure afforded her a modicum of stability.

Routine provided the illusion of control—which she clearly understood was mere illusion; nonetheless, comforting.

She vigorously denied even a minor degree of OCD; it was simply more sensible to live an orderly life—rather than a haphazard, reckless, adventuresome existence which risked certain calamity.

Pared down smaller than most people’s, perhaps cloistered, her life was manageable (and for the most part, richer than anyone knew) behind the tall invisible walls of privacy and routine.

She shopped for groceries and paid bills at first of month, did her laundry near the end; garbage and recycling were put out on designated days; her quiet activities maintained a satisfying rhythm.

On the final day, her clothes and dishes were all washed and tidied, her few rooms neat; no food was left to rot, the houseplants were watered…and when eventually discovered, her corpse in the closet was described as a “routine” suicide.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.


25 thoughts on “Routine Was Everything

  1. IT is sensible to live an organized life. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ too it!

    Good six. Like the way it flowed

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    1. Thanks much for reading, and for your comment. Sadly, there are true cases where folks living a rather isolated life–no family or friends checking on them–die, and aren’t discovered for months, regardless of cause/manner of death.

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    1. Thank you for your wonderful comment–much appreciated! I don’t know if you’re familiar with it, but I saw a movie years ago, “‘Night Mother”, and I think it starred Sissy Spacek, but not sure. Anyway, the woman lived a very constrained life, caring for her mother–and when she’d finished all her tasks one day, she’d apparently reached her limit…told her mother goodnight, and went up to her room to put a bullet in her own head. Bleak, but not really so uncommon…

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