The quickest route to the hearts of men

she wondered if things might have been different somehow that night she decided to cook spaghetti bolognaise instead of ravioli or maybe wore the black strapless dress that always seemed to get his engine revving just to break the mundane the awkward silence that existed between them before he stormed off on some childhood crusade to follow the whisperings of vagabond socks in the hope of finding Elvis according to his mom he has always been a bit off centre more Peter Pan than Arnold Schwarzenegger like most men if you know what I mean? it’s been years now since he left her most treasured possession a faded postcard he send her some 40 odd years ago declaring himself lifelong ruler where the oil runs as thick as the blood of innocence if only she stuck to ravioli things might have been different