Cast Off

I am the Golden Man.

In times past, when a new chief came, the tribe covered him in gold dust and sent him out into the lake. Here he would cast away a king’s ransom in gold.

It was cleansing. A cut-off between old times and new.

So it seemed appropriate, my dear, to mark our new start the same way.

The water’s swallowed the TV and the computer. The iPhone, the camera, and all the money from the joint account.

All my possessions. Half of which, the court says, are now yours.

I’ll leave it to you to collect.