Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & One
Eighteen years.
Still too dark to make my way out. Staring out the window waiting for the light.
I turn the corner and see something sticking up out of the ground. I jump because at first, I think it’s a snake. But it is actually just a big stick. I should wear my contacts on these walks.
These hurt.
First cup in the dark office.
One of those rare days when I am actually crossing things off the to-do list.
Really? It was the cheese that sent him over the edge?
Jab, jab, right, hook, uppercut.
I miss her.
All you can do is remember why you’re here in the first place. It’s always about the why.
