“You too!” he replied. Immediately feeling like a fool, and wishing for the power of invisibility before the waitress could react. He wasn’t taught much during his upbringing, but politeness was one of the few qualities instilled in him by his family. Of course, in moments like these, he wished he had just stayed quiet….
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Skeleton.
He watched the last wall fall on the Daylight Theatre. Another ghost of the past, finally laid to rest. Just like all the other landmarks of his memories. How long had it been? He was afraid to know. “I wish I could at least still feel something.” he thought to himself. Running his chalky fingers…
The Doe.
Driving at night after the rain is a terrifying experience near my home. Every frog comes out to gather on the residual heat stewing within the wet blacktop. I see them in my headlights and do my absolute best to avoid hitting them. Sometimes it just isn’t possible. I don’t feel the impact thankfully. And…
Knock, Knock.
The knocking strikes up a typhoon of anxiety and dread. The promise of a sudden, uncontrollable change is overwhelming within this fractured psyche. Do not move the chain. Shy away from the deadbolt. There’s nothing out there for you. If I never move aside the curtains, this would be a certainty. Give them nothing they…
Hooters.
“Night sweetheart!”, he yells while locking the glass door. She waves her hand over her head and walks towards her car, fighting a gag reflex. She hated when he said that. And of course he said it every damned night. One last hurdle of disgust before she could go home. Working here was a demeaning…
Press Your Luck.
The blinding white glare of the sun bouncing off the fresh blanket of powdery snow burned through the window. Creeping around the blinds, the white light melts into the warm yellow glow of the small table lamp inside the room. I’m sitting on a hideous brown couch. Surrounded by throw pillows and impossibly itchy Afghan…
Pancakes.
The world looks much prettier at night. Lights glow and bounce off the wet road. Creating a wonderful blur of neon outside of the car. You don’t see the dirt or the trash at night. Nature tries it’s best to wash away the remnants of humanity. Raindrops assault his face with a volley of tiny…
Phonebook.
The hardwood felt wonderfully rigid against his spine. A dull, uncomfortable rubbing that aligned perfectly with his current mental state. As a child, he would have gotten what he wanted. Spoiled from birth, he wasn’t part of a wealthy linage, but rather a collective guilt is what provided him with anything he desired. Guilt of…