A Third Full

I felt uncertain. And this uncertainty was to intensify until I had to hear my own breath just to know I was real. A part of me wondered if I was now taking part in some elaborate prank. After all, if she had thought so highly of me, why hadn’t she made contact with me while she was still living?

The possibilities fanned out like vectors. I felt dizzy. And my stomach reminded me that the last food I had eaten was a bowl of Grape Nuts in Lincoln. I needed to find a meal or at least get some groceries.

I noticed the olive jar by the door again. It was precisely where I had left it. Same jar, same position, the lid screwed on. But it still had water inside. I could have sworn I had tipped it all out. But no. There it was. A third full.

A not entirely new thought: I was losing my mind.

Old age, I sighed inwardly as I stepped outside into the afternoon sun. And I tried my hardest to think there could be no other explanation.