Never Wrong

It was not that obvious.... Something was wrong, that was obvious. Richard could tell there was something not quite right, but what that something was, he could not – yet, anyway - see it.

His days seemed much the same: up in the mornings, out to work, a workday passing slowly or quickly depending on what happened there, then home again and his usual evening routine of staying in or going out depending on Gemma’s moods and whims. It was not a bad life normally, about as glamorous and exciting as one of the more mundane fungal infections, but it was a life. A life, as Richard consoled himself, much better than so many of those he saw in the News each evening before switching off the day and going to bed.

It was not work that was wrong, it was not his home life that was wrong, it was not Gemma who was wrong – he’d known her long enough now to know that Gemma was never wrong, no matter what the evidence to the contrary.

Something was wrong though.

Richard didn’t know what was wrong, though, not until that day when he almost ran over the baby dragon as it scampered across the road in front of him. What he did not miss, or – rather – was not missed by, was the mounted and fully-armoured knight who jumped his massive warhorse over the bonnet of Richard’s car as he chased the dragon across the ring-road.

Richard just sat there - for what seemed like hours - staring at the ruined paintwork of his car bonnet where the horse’s heavy shoe had scraped over it, as – over and over again – he muttered ‘This is wrong, this is wrong.’ to himself.