I could count to 200 or count the vows I’d broken, but nothing would bring on the drowsiness. Throwing the covers off, I walked around in the dark, wary of unfamiliar walls.
I couldn’t sleep, and anxiety was as heavy as a lead apron. The apartment, which I moved into that day, smelled like disinfectant and past tenants. Following the sound of a cough, I watched a man through a sliver in the blinds smoking a cigarette until he dropped it into a puddle of rainwater.
I could count to 200 or count the vows I’d broken, but nothing would bring on the drowsiness. Throwing the covers off, I walked around in the dark, wary of unfamiliar walls.
Sandra James
30/10/2020 08:20:59 am
Very sad, very relatable. Great story, Bruce!
Bruce Gunther
30/10/2020 11:12:59 am
Thank you, Sandra!
Pamela Kennedy
30/10/2020 12:07:13 pm
So many emotions captured within 100 words..well done, Bruce.
Candace Arthuria Williams
30/10/2020 01:16:40 pm
I get it. Messed up. Repentance. Hold tight for Redemption.
Bobby Warner
30/10/2020 02:02:31 pm
Candace pretty well sums it up! Good story.
Sue Clayton
31/10/2020 02:12:48 am
I read despair in every line, Bruce.
Mary Wallace
31/10/2020 05:44:14 am
Just beautiful Bruce. Comments are closed.
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