Scrag & Dog. A love story.

There's this woman, let's call her...scrag; and this guy, let's call him dog. And they are observed. His wife a status symbol as he spends every elicit moment with another. Her flirtatious swing of wee skirt ought to know better when it swishes in the direction of his gold band, and yet, not. It doesn't register. Or worse...it does.

That moment, the one in which another's trust and love is carefully decided to be pathetic. She probably deserved it anyway right? All those years of non-trust. Leads a person it does.

And so, Scrag & Dog continue in their 'friendship'. While the wife plans holidays over the ironing of his shirts. Where the wife thinks how lucky she is to have found 'the one' in a fish pond of algae.

Trust is word with many colours yet its meaning is quite, gray. One must have it to co-exist. It means blame. It means faith. It means hope. It means despair. It means a shared offering.

Trust; I'm lousy at it. And ultimately, this could be my undoing.

Scrag & Dog, I hope, believe in Karma. Cos they sure don't help the rest of us.

This I'm working on. Along with all else. It's about the pursuit of happiness. It's not an easy journey.

How 'bout you? How do you trust? Or don't you?