7 - Mad World/Tears for Fears

Prompt #081. How?

Mr. Dick always imagined that the people who weren't overly concerned with the head of King Charles the First, as he was, must live a much happier and productive life. Miss Betsey was quite fierce at times, he admitted, but he suspected she was useful and happy, at least. And yet, here he sat, writing at his memorial, and drifting off as always, and finding that the world was spinning and almost as mad as himself. For instance, there was Trotwood, who ought to be very much in love, rather darker in spirit than usual; there was Dora, who should be as quick as a bright light and happy as a butterfly, drifting farther and farther away at each passing glance; there was Miss Betsey, who was silent and stern when she regarded Dr. Strong and Annie Strong – which Mr. Dick cannot comprehend. And of course there was Miss Wickfield, so good, and yet treated so very badly by everyone all around her.

He could not understand it at all. Of course in his own madness, he assumed he was just seeing things wrong, as – oh dear – they shouldn't have been this way at all. It was strange and it was sad. If he were a great man, he would set his pen to paper and write them all a happy ending.

But perhaps, came one of his silly thoughts, the better thing to do is to do some thing about it.

So Mr. Dick leaned his chin against the point of his pen, and got ink all over his face, but as he did so he formulated a plan on how to fix things, once and for all.