“Mistakes are good as long as they don’t
kill you.”
Those words rung in my ears. I was always finding Mistakes where there had been none previously, but they were all small, little things. Sure a Mistake might have tripped me up and left me scared, a red mark or two, but ultimately I had learnt something. They made me the man I am.
Mostly though I kept my head down, worked hard
and did my best to avoid Mistakes.
But this Mistake, the one directly in front of
me now, was the biggest Mistake I had ever seen, mean looking too.
I had rounded a blind corner down an alleyway
late at night and found it standing there, waiting for me.
It grinned.
I stepped back.
’Ello, it said.
Whatever you want, I won’t do it, I said.
You already ’ave, it said, You missed all the
good stuff.
What tonight? No I am a bit tired is all so I
am calling it a night, I replied.
In your life, it laughed, you worked too hard,
you missed all the fun.
I thought I was meant to, I stammered, I
didn’t want to… I was afraid of Mistakes.
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