Trading Futures
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I had an unremarkable career at school, running with the herd, pushing rebellion to the limit and not beyond it, fighting right up to the penultimate ditch. Just before my A-levels, I had a crisis. It occurred to me that I was the meat in the grinder of a huge sausage machine, churning away into oblivion. There was a choice, and this was the moment to make it or it would be too late. It was time to step off the conveyor belt.
I fudged the choice, as I always have. I told myself it was possible to be a hand-made sausage. I’m not sure now that it is. I have lived a life with my body on the conveyor belt, and my head hanging off it. That is no place to be. Time to make the choice now, I think. Time to submit to the grinder, or step off the conveyor belt altogether. Time to make a choice between different oblivions, different eternities.
The sandstorm conceals the desert. The smoke conceals the furnace. Nothing and no one are ever what they appear and the reality is always worse.
I think this is what I’ll do.
I will drive towards Barnet. If I pass a late-night chemist before I get there, I will stop. I will buy as many paracetamol tablets as I’m allowed. I will swallow them with the rest of the loony pills I got in Bridgwater this afternoon, washed down with what remains of the whisky. If I don’t pass a chemist, I will return to a house in Barnet and to a woman who lives there.
Supermarkets don’t count. It has to be a chemist. There’s no fun in backing odds-on favourites. I want to give myself a sporting chance. More of a chance than Alan gave himself.
I adored Alan. I looked up to him. He was way ahead of me, a lot more than three years. At twenty-five, he’d already worked out that life was not all it was cracked up to be.
I don’t know why it has taken me so long.
TRADING FUTURES
Jim Powell was born in London in 1949. He is the author of one previous novel, The Breaking of Eggs, and was named by BBC2’s The Culture Show as being amongst the ‘12 of the Best New Novelists’ in 2011. He divides his time between Northamptonshire, England, and the Tarn, France.
Also by Jim Powell
THE BREAKING OF EGGS
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