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Weekly Contest #375
There was blood on my hands. I thought it might be mine. I couldn’t be certain. I didn’t feel any pain, so maybe it wasn’t. It was dripping from my fingertips onto the carpet below. It was fresh, falling almost gently from my palms. It must’ve been mine. And still, I felt nothing. There was glass at my feet. Oh. There was blood on those, too. Shards imbedded into my toes and arches. I wiggled my toes; blood spurted from the open wounds. And still, I felt nothing. There was a mirror on the floor. Its once golden frame was cracked in several p...
Weekly Contest #373
The flick of the lighter was the only form of comfort I had at this point. Inhaling the rolled-up nicotine and letting the smoke evaporate around me was a twisted form of peace. If I couldn’t have the needle, at least I had the smoke. It was late and I’d let my break last a couple minutes too long, probably. I knew Chef wouldn’t be happy with me, but it was growing harder and harder to care. I only had this job because Ricky really stuck his neck out for me, and I knew I should’ve been more appreciative. All well, I thought, life goes on. I ...
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